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Clara Steen Skott diary, 1917-1921

1917-1921 - 02-28

February 28
1917. Leslie hauled a load of hogs for 12.50. We made lard and sausage, and did other butchering work. 
1918. Several inches of snow, after rain. Some muddy. Got telegram from Hans: "Will comply with your request, and come March 8." Mamma and I drove Lily to Red Cross at Albert Anderson's. I made most of a tennis hospital -shirt. Canned 8 qts. apples. 
1919. Sent mamma's letter. Cleaned dish cupboard. Baked bread. Finished apron with a little cross stitch in white on top and pockets. Cold. 
1920. Hans, Hilda, and I moved to our farm, with sled load of furniture. Adela went with us. I kept feeling worse and went to bed at noon. Dr. Johnson came about dusk. I have flu and tonsilitis, sore all over. His pills sweat my fever of 103° away. 
1921. I actually got my work done up, took nap, then had an hour for mending and setting over buttons on Hilda's new shoes Crocheted some on Signe's nightingale while I rocked her. She had worst spell of colic yet- from 5 to 8. We didn't go to Fuglsang's surprise party.

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February 28 1917. Leslie hauled a load of hogs for 12.50. We made lard and sausage, and did other butchering work. 1918. Several inches of snow, after rain. Some muddy. Got telegram from Hans: "Will comply with your request, and come March 8." Mamma and I drove Lily to Red Cross at Albert Anderson's. I made most of a tennis hospital -shirt. Canned 8 qts. apples. 1919. Sent mamma's letter. Cleaned dish cupboard. Baked bread. Finished apron with a little cross stitch in white on top and pockets. Cold. 1920. Hans, Hilda, and I moved to our farm, with sled load of furniture. Adela went with us. I kept feeling worse and went to bed at noon. Dr. Johnson came about dusk. I have flu and tonsilitis, sore all over. His pills sweat my fever of 103° away. 1921. I actually got my work done up, took nap, then had an hour for mending and setting over buttons on Hilda's new shoes Crocheted some on Signe's nightingale while I rocked her. She had worst spell of colic yet- from 5 to 8. We didn't go to Fuglsang's surprise party.