17-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Tuesday, April 9, 1912: I was an aunt for one brief half a day yesterday, but didn’t know it until this morning. I was so disappointed when I heard it was dead. My little nephew was buried this afternoon. The baby I never saw. I feel like crying, when I think I am an aunt no longer.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
I also feel like crying as I write this post, even though the birth (and death) happened a hundred year ago. It’s never easy when a baby dies. . .
I’ll give you a bit of background information. Grandma’s oldest sister Besse was married to Curt Hester, and they lived a several miles from the Muffly farm.
Surprisingly, Grandma never mentioned her sister’s pregnancy in the diary. There’s just this entry about the birth—and death of her nephew.
Besse only had one child who survived beyond infancy–D. Curtis. He was born in 1915.
This has been a rough April for Grandma. This is only the second death mentioned in the fifteen months that Grandma had been keeping the diary. The first one was mentioned just five days earlier on April 4, 1912 when a girl from her Sunday School class died.
An aside–I looked through the old microfilms of the Milton Evening Standard and could find neither the baby’s death (which didn’t surprise me) nor the friend’s death (which did surprise me). Milton is about 6 miles from McEwensville and maybe the death of a teen after a long illness just wasn’t considered important enough to put in the paper–though I have seen other McEwensville obituaries in the paper.