16-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Thursday, December 14, 1911: Oh dear! I do wish it would snow. I’m getting tired of tramping through the mud all the time. Get provoked at a problem in Arith. It looked so easy, but I couldn’t get it. I’ll try tomorrow again and perhaps I’ll succeed.
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Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Yuck—the mud sounds awful. This is the third time that Grandma’s mentioned mud in her December diary entries . . . and the eleventh time that she’s mentioned it since she began the diary in January 1911.
(If you would like to read her previous entries on this topic—type the word mud into the search box near the top of this page.)
Mud was a huge problem a hundred years ago. There would have muddy areas between the house and barn on the farm. And, the roads, both in McEwensville and the surrounding rural areas, were not yet paved in 1911.