April 3, 1963
Wednesday, sunny in am becoming cloudy in pm, 68. I did a big wash and they all dried well. Clifton and I went to Grand Gorge after feed in pm. Stopped at Mayos and bought 1/2 a gallon of maple syrup. We were both awful tired.
Comment: Weather warming up. Sounds like the trip to NJ and Dad not feeling well coupled with the chores of washing, caring for the livestock and the general upkeep of the farm knocked them out.
The cold nights and warm days would get the sap in the maple trees running well. Nothing like Mom's pancakes, eggs, and bacon, ham, or ham tenderloin smothered in maple syrup...here is a remembrance of it: 
In the fall we’d often kill a pig and hang it from a tripod rig and gut it out to take inside to treat.
When mom would cook the tenderloin with homemade pancakes we’d all join in dining on a meal called “ fit to eat”.
And the rhythm of the family filled our veins,
And the autumn breezes hummed in soft refrain.
Then we laid on the grassy lawn to look at stars until we’d yawn then go to sleep and start it all again.
When mom would cook the tenderloin with homemade pancakes we’d all join in dining on a meal called “ fit to eat”.
And the rhythm of the family filled our veins,
And the autumn breezes hummed in soft refrain.
Then we laid on the grassy lawn to look at stars until we’d yawn then go to sleep and start it all again.
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