16-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Monday, January 1, 1912: Not getting tired in the least of keeping a diary even if I do not travel or do anything as interesting. I will still continue to write down the happenings as the days go by, as I did last year. Understand this is not the beginning of a new diary, but simply a continuation of the old one, guaranteed to be full of numerous mistakes and blunders, much to the writer’s annoyance.
This is leap year and rightfully belongs to old maids and maidens, especially the neglected ones, like my snappy sister, etc.
January brings to us a new born year,
To do with as we will
So each worthy deed be done
And every glad and hopeful thought fulfilled.
New Year’s day for me had a rather doleful beginning, but brightened up as the day passed on. Carrie came over this afternoon and we went a skating or rather she did the skating and I the tumbling. I was just experimenting, being the first time I really tried to skate. Maybe I’ll buy a pair of skates pretty soon, as I haven’t any of my own. But the learning, however, isn’t much fun.
Ruth and I went up to Oakes this evening. It is so grand these evenings. One I could most read by moonlight.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
I’ve now been posting these diary entries for one year—and like Grandma I’m not getting tired in the least. I enjoyed posting entries in 1911 and look forward to learning more about Grandma and her times during the upcoming year.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!