17-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Wednesday, April 10, 1912: Nothing to write about.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Usually I’m disappointed when Grandma doesn’t write much—but this time I’m relieved. It probably means that Grandma’s life was settling back into normal routines. She’s had a rough week with two deaths—a friend died after a long illness and her sister Besse’s son died shortly after his birth.
I feel like I’ve been mourning the death of Besse’s baby all week—so I’ll tell you a little more about Besse.
Besse and her husband Curt Hester ran a butcher shop in nearby Watsontown for many years. They had one child who survived beyond infancy. Curt, Jr. was born in 1915.
Curt Jr. and his wife Mae never had any children.
An aside– When I was young Curt, Jr. and Mae lived on the farm that Grandma lived on when she wrote this diary. I remember that Mae had a beautiful yard which included a small pond with lily pads and large golden fish. (I’ve never known anyone else with a fish pond in their yard and was awed by it.)