So as mentioned previously, I decided that I'm going to start posting these by the month. I'll leave out days that have nothing but weather, unless it's something interesting. They lived in Northern Minnesota after all so the weather could be of interest.
Besides, if I were to dole these out week by week, it's going to take me 30 years. Literally. 30 years. That's how many of these journals I have.
So, here we go with November. I will mention that at this point in the stories, I'm 2 years and 9 months old.
Saturday, November 4, 1972
The snow fence is up.
River overrun with rat trappers.
3 ducks (mallards) up river flushed by trappers.
New bird feeder.
Sunday, November 5, 1972
4:00 p.m. Jim & Vesta here also Dallas & Sophia (Jim & Vesta are my parents. Dallas is by Gram's brother and Sophia is his wife).
Have blue hays, chickadees, nuthatches, and grosbeaks.
Monday, November 6, 1972
Lots of birds in to feed.
Tuesday, November 7, 1972
More snow at home than in town. "Town" was Grand Rapids, MN and was only 2-3 miles away.
Wednesday, November 8, 1972
Freezing mist at 9 a.m.
To Fargo at 2 p.m. Sun out down there.
Thursday, November, 1972
Fergus Falls and 5 p.m.
Friday, November 10, 1972
Lousy Day. Mrs. Haigh's funeral. I have no idea who this lady was. Don't know if it was just a lousy day in general or because of the funeral.
Saturday, November 11, 1972
Dull, bleak day. 13 days without sunshine.
Sunday, November 12, 1972
Mink on the ice at the creek mouth
Monday, November 13, 1972
SUNSHINE - 1 hr.
Ice floating down the river.
Ice by the dock.
Mink on rat house. There was a shed that we called the "mouse house" when we were kids. I don't know whether she is referring to this or something else.
Tuesday, November 14, 1972
Lots of ice in the river. The Mississippi river is beginning to freeze up and will be covered with ice soon.On this day is was a balmy 11 degrees at 8 a.m.
Friday, November 17, 1972
One "crippled" mallard here and one hell driven mink around all day.
Saturday, November 18, 1972
Saw an eagle at breakfast
Another blah day. Can't see the ducks today.
Grebe still here.
Sunday, November 19, 1972
Saw the mink.
Wednesday, November 22, 1972
Deer swimming up river at 3 p.m. Can't get out due to ice on shore. Notified the game dept. Deer finally got our by itself up the island. Some S.O.B.'s shooting at her. Pa went to see/ She wasn't hit. Hurray!
Thursday, November 23, 1972 (Thanksgiving)
Beautiful sunny day. Dinner at the Rainbow - very good.
Lazy football day.
Friday, November 24, 1972
3 otters up at the mouth of the creek.
Beautiful day.
Putting in chimney in garage.
Saturday, November 25, 1972
3 otters at creek mouth. 1 big and 2 smaller at breakfast time.
Mink here too.
One grebe still here. No doubt can't fly.
Tuesday, November 28, 1972
River has ice all over. Some holes in it but can't see the flow.
Wednesday, November 29, 1972
River open by the island. Still frozen in front of the house.
No mink. No grebe. No otter. No rats.
I would have loved to have lived there in that house and see everything she sees. The animals, the weather, the people on the river. I once lived in a house on the Willamette River, near Springfield and I loved it. There were deer across the river. We saw fishermen everyday. I once caught a guy spotlighting deer and turned him in the the State Police. Herons used to land on my deck. I also had squirrels and there was an Osprey nest right above the house. It was neat to watch them fish.
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