Another day of cold winds and showers. Brushed up round bins and the drive. Started to hoe gravel path round house. Cleaned both jets again and hot filters.
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Roads slippery again this morning. Very cold east wind. Burt and Ken putting pumps on time switch. Mr Howarth got new car today. Did two cars K.D. 16 to date. Burnt 2 pigs* from sweat hse.
(* it could day 2 pies, but I think it’s pigs.)
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A bright sunny morning but still cold. Got up at 10am. Young Ann round all day. Frank and Dora came. Dot and Ron stayed at home decorating. Never went out at night.
(Frank and Dora were my grandma’s brother and wife. Dot and Ron are my mum and dad.)
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Still a very cold wind. Road slippery first thing. Started on the house windows. Went to P in the afternoon. Mended roof in the kennel. Bad cold. Came back from the Sheaf 9.30.
(Assume P is pub. Sheaf definitely is.)
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Another day of high winds and heavy showers. Quite cold. Car cleaning again. A.A.S.B.Mc. 14 to date. Got 96 Argosy magazines off John Davies. Cleaned both jets again. Mr Howarth not got new car.
(I think the initials are the owners of the cars. Not sure.)
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No frost. Mild with heavy rain and very high winds. Painted all the incinerator today. Cleared out the silage lab again. Joe in bed with the flu. Got space book off Doc Cargarin.
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Roads very slippery again this morning but fairly mild during the day. Cleaned and painted the incinerator chimney. Plugged wall and put hook in to hang paper sack on.
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Slight frost in the night and a cold wind blowing. Gave the yard a good swill down. Cleared the silage lab out. Painted both bins out of PM room. 600 oil. Cleaned both jets.
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Cold wind with rain at times. 1 ton of coke. A.P. washed and polished. S. car. 8 to date. Cleaned out flues No. 1 and No. 2 boiler. Saw Mr Muir for few minutes. Ann went to Clatterbridge.
(There are quite a lot of abbreviations. I don’t know what S. car is or A.P. The Ann mentioned isn’t me but their next door neighbour’s little girl. I am not yet born. Clatterbridge is the local hospital.)
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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.
Anne
My Granddad is Keeping Busy 