Friday, May 3, 1918




A good day. Ben and
Owen plowed some.

Josie ironed.

I got dinner. Had turnip
salet for dinner the
last that we will get this
spring I expect.

We heard that the Edmons
boys killed their dogs
this morning.

I know they was sorry
to have it to do.

I wrote to John Brumfield
to day.

9 oclock

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