A mild day but cloudy. Forked borders in front of lab doors. Emptied the silage bins. Burnt Mr Howarth’s knife. Saw first snowdrop. Cleaned both jets. Stayed cleaning lab windows 319 3wks. can.
My granddad died in 1983. For the previous 20 years, he kept a diary, recording his day as a farm worker and then through his retirement. We are lucky enough to have his notebooks, all the entries in block capitals, often in pencil. He always tells us about the weather, sometimes about what is going well at the allotment. We get updates of how Liverpool are doing and the occasional political thought. He suffered from rheumatoid arthritis, was always in pain, but you would never know from these entries. My mum once described him as a contented man. Who knows, really, but certainly, there is something soothing about these entries. So I thought I would share them with you. We have a few years to cover so buckle up.
A mild day but cloudy. Forked borders in front of lab doors. Emptied the silage bins. Burnt Mr Howarth’s knife. Saw first snowdrop. Cleaned both jets. Stayed cleaning lab windows 319 3wks. can.
One response to “Tuesday 23rd January 1962”
Saw first snow drop. 😃
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