Friday, November 22, 2013

Monday, November 22 1965 The Frances Hubbard Diaries

Monday, November 22  1965
Cloudy and light snow and rain.  I washed and sewed.  Clifton cut some wood.
Comment:  Probably not a very pleasant day in the woods...snow and rain...from Hubbard Hill Memories:  
In the winter it was cold as hell
And every week the boys as well as Dad would go to cut some firewood
With that old Farmall and Mall chainsaw
We'd find a tree and make a fall
And cut it up as quickly as we could.
For the winter winds and chill were bearing down,
As we struggled in the cold and muddy ground,
Then we loaded up a half a cord and shivered while the tractor roared
And took us tired half-frozen homeward bound...



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