Put some ash (sic) barrels out for a lady across the street. Had a game of hockey. Went to the store for a lady and then minded my brother until my mother got home.
This is another entry in my grandfather’s journal. He only writes until June 14, 1927 and all the entries are a couple sentences long, so I was thinking of writing them here.
I assume that when he wrote ash, he really meant trash.
Also, his youngest brother, Paul Ernest Fields, was only 2.5 yrs old in 1927, so that would be the brother he was ‘minding’. He writes a lot about playing with another brother, who I assume is my Uncle Bob (Robert Arthur Fields b. 1914.)