Morning of July 19, 1975. Saturday.

My father is growing giant vegetables. The garden is in the area where the weeds just west of the railroad tracks are. I notice a huge onion, one-quarter emerged from the ground, with a large tree-like (in size) stalk. It is probably about three-feet in diameter or more. I am aware of my father farther to the west near the chicken shed, digging, it seems.