Jan. 17, 1913 vs Jan 17, 2013

Dora:
Done up the Sat. work. Sweeping and mopping, etc.

Note: Dora was doing the Saturday work on a Friday...  "Why?" you ask.  You'll simply have to read tomorrow and find out. Riveting, I know.

Ray:
36 degrees in am, 50 degrees pm. Weather is Fair.
Cleaned timothy seed in am. Went to woods in pm.

Note:  Timothy seed is a form of hay. Today's farmers, when they grow their fields of hay, it will be a specific mix of alfalfa, different types of grasses and if they are growing the hay for horses, it'll likely have Timothy seed mixed in.  My brother Tom, whose fields are often sown for hay, notes that his fields have Timothy in them.  Apparently, different farmers have their preferred mixes, often customizing to their preferences.

Timothy Grass

If you can imagine my grandfather cleaning Timothy seed, in the deep silence of the January barn, no cars driving by, no cell phone in his pocket. Only the sounds of the farm, the cats in the barn, no flies buzzing, the animals stamping their feet and making their animals sounds.
My brother Tom and I were wondering how he cleaned the seed. Tom wondered if he actually threshed it. I thought he might have sat there over a bag of some sort thumbing the seed out.  We don't know how he did it, but we are sure that once he had his seed prepared, that he would have had a certain sense of pride. That when he saw his fields of hay, when he saw his livestock sustained by the tedium of a few January days, that he would have been satisfied.

Cayla:
Worked in the neuro office today. Got home a little before 7 pm. Ate, loved on, and played with the kids before putting them to bed and snuggling.