December 19 1945

From the daily journal of Bill Nevard.
I cut my fourteenth load of wood in the morning and in the afternoon I took the team and tank over to Uncle Arthur's south quarter and helped him get some more lumber from his old bin. Dull today and a raw Northwest wind blowing but the temperature not so low as it was.
I saw the moon partly eclipsed last night. It was threatening to snow but not much fell.

Not Bill,  but one of his neighbours with a typical load of poplar logs for firewood.