Clear, sunny day, windy, 20-40 degrees. I washed. Clifton and Doug went to Franklinton after the rest of Marilyn's things. They butchered a veal for Lyle (Blakesley) in pm. The girls and I went to prayer meeting at Louvilla's in pm.
Comment: And another calf bites the dust....we usually sold most of our calves to the "calf man", guys who would drive around the farm country and buy calves for the local slaughterhouses. A feedbag on the mailbox was the signal for the calf man to stop...here are my memories of it in a little three-chord doggerel that I wrote years ago., you'd think it would sound better after all this time, but.....Hubbard Music Mountain: The Calf Man Gerry Hubbard:
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