Based on today’s standards, Mom was a real risk taker with her children. That Monday evening we had a yard cleanup (child labor). When that was over, she and Crystal played a game of lawn darts. For those of us old enough to remember, these things were eventually pulled from the market. For the younger crowd, lawn darts are what they sound like. Think of a dart you throw at a dart board but upsized to about a foot long. Each person lays a mini hoola-hoop on the ground. The opposite team launches one of these large darts into the air hoping to get it to stick in the ground inside the opposing team’s hoop. You can imagine the potential for impalement. To make it worse, knot head kids like us would put a spin on the game. An opponent would stand in the mini hoop and would get points for every dart thrown toward their hoop that didn’t cause them to leave the hoop.
This week she had a cast removed from her earlier surgery. She went to Crystal Hot Springs and soaked it for a few hours. She notes how all the “dead skin came off”. Seems I had a lazy Saturday that week. She notes, “Went shopping for paint, wallpaper, bed for Crystal’s room, (and) nitrate for field. Ankle weak from being in cast. Fred worked outside on chicken coups, etc. Dan went to Idaho with Carl. Mike slept in.”