17-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Thursday, August 1, 1912:
August will fly fast enough,
And at its eve will again will be
The dear old school days.
So farewell to July.
Half of the Summer has vanished,
And half of it yet to come.
Yet the days glide on as ever,
And August another month begun.
We had our S.S. class up along the creek today. All were there and had a splendid time. Such a time as we had a losing of things, but they were all recovered. I lost the heel off of my shoe and didn’t miss it for awhile afterwards. I feel like a stuffed toad this evening.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
It sounds Grandma and her sister Ruth were the hostesses for the Sunday School party. What fun! . . . good friends. . . good food. . . wading in the creek . . . the perfect summer day (in spite of a broken shoe heel).
Grandma began every month in the diary with a poem. Each month I ponder whether she wrote the poem or whether she copied it from some source.
Since she’s mentioned that school will be starting in about a month in several recent posts, this month I’m voting that she wrote the poem herself.