As I said last week, this was a period that did not get much recording,. In fact, there is only one entry in the journal between June 26 and July 11. It is fairly long and covers quite a bit of territory so that will have to do,. My memory supplies almost nothing in addition, so what is there is what we share. .
July 6, 1967
Where did the good times go? Last week was just okay, neither good nor bad. Friday I went home. It was a wild 'vacation'. I do believe the first week of July is dangerous for us. Last year I sported a black eye. This year we got into a tussle with Bazok on the 1st. He moved to Payson the next day.Then the Boss got arrested on the 3rd for 'assault with a deadly weapon' involving a halfwit named Grady Glover. Looking back it really seemed unreal. Today was the preliminary hearing before JP Murray with Kemp Williamson attorney for the state..Being a key witness, I got the once over, almost like on Perry Mason but I must have done okay because His Honor (no sneer intended) presented an opinion of no probable cause. The Boss had to return to Prescott to officially sign out of jail and I left before he returned. The hearing lasted from 2:00 until 6:30. I just floated in a fog of exhaustion up the fifty mile route on the bus. My old "grandpa" Louie was the driver and he let me off at the south gate. Lynn was out so I showered and fell into bed.
It seems like Monday now, but no, it's Thursday--all day today. Roxie and the boys are due over the weekend so I guess I shall go down and see them. I am so tired. Don't guess I slept a total of 24 hours in five nights. But now I've got a week's studying to do in a day and a half so I can't loaf much. If I am too exhausted I may take a nap after lunch but I have to spend the evening at the library. I hardly rode a bit, only bareback to the river but I got several sewing projects done. My turquoise shirt came out really nifty and the skirt/chaleco outfit is neat too. I have to go and get an absence excuse from the Dean's office directly and proceed to classes. I should have loads of mail anyway.
All that is confusing without any explaining,I expect. It even seems muddled to me! So let me fill in what I can. I mention the black eye which now supplies a basic date for the final chapter of abuse that I spoke of last summer, the time where I 'sassed" and was hit in the face and knocked across the kitchen. So that was between July 1-3 in 1966. Hmm. Who in the blazes Bazok was I have not a faint clue. Then name rings no bell and may have been a nickname or a intentional misspelling? And I honestly do not really remember the other incident at all. I think I just erased that part of my mental tape. I suspect some confrontation, probably out at the pasture, and I am sure a threat or two was made but nobody got shot at or even close. Of that I am sure, and I think I truly testified absolute truth on that so the case was dismissed. Roxie was my aunt, the sister just younger than Dad, and the boys were my cousins, Larry and Steve Tackett. As I said last week, the water was shut off and Charlie Mike and I took the horses to the river to drink. I slightly recall the clothes I mentioned making. They are long gone and I do not think I think I got the missed assignments caught up and made any lost progress up in the two classes, so all ended well there. I even have any scraps of that fabric. This would have been about the third week of the five week summer session. I ended up getting A or 1 in both the Stats and Econ 1 classes.
Photos?? The Old Jail in Cottonwood. I think the JP court was held there at this time. Next two views of the river bottom to show how it changed from about 1959 to 2021! When we watered the horses there in 1967 it was much closer to the 1959 view. The last is just a train near Kingman--not relevant and added in error. Does not want to delete!
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