Rain! More Rain! So Dark that the Lights are burning at 11 A.M. The Rain will settle the dirt around Roots of the plants set out yesterday and the Bulbs will never realize they were ever moved. The Rain has been pouring down so fast and hard making the yard look like a small Lake. I fancy myself on an Island or ark as I gave out upon it. The lightning is fierce making me shudder after seeing it and hearing the Thunder. Scripture read John 15:7-15.
Frank had a hard time plowing and stalling in the boggy road when he and Dad come home last night and this morning as they went to town.
Mary is at Mabel Teel's during this siege of Rain and mud. I wrote Jack and did some work in yard after the Rain. I bought some Shrubs at Gosslyn's.
Grace's children are here for the night, the girls, but Bobby went home. Looks like we are going to get more Rain. The River is Bank full. Rufus Dovel come in to tell Dad that Barnetz Creek covered all the bottom land at Gip and Beaver Creek is up over the Road at Railroad and Bridge.
January 1941
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