17-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Wednesday, May 1, 1912:
April’s done and gone forever,
May springs forth in all her splendor
All the earth is clothed in beauty
When we do our loyal duty.
I am overshadowed by the gloom of a gathering cloud. All winter it has been growing bigger and bigger until now it is ready to burst upon me in all its fury. I must brave the consequences, yet I will retain a bit of hope. I’ve passed before. I hope to do so again. I may win after all.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Grandma included a poem on the first day of each month. Some of them are a little better than others. I’m still uncertain whether Grandma wrote the poems for the first of each month or if she copied them from some source.
This month I’m leaning towards thinking that she copied them since there is such an emotional disconnect between the poem and her impending sense of gloom.
Grandma first mentioned the upcoming finals and her worries about whether she would pass on April 25—yet she hasn’t mentioned actually studying in any of the exams.