17-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Sunday, October 20, 1912:
November brings us many things
And among them is Thanksgiving
The first of the snow
The winds that blow
And all that makes life worthwhile.
We organized a Literary Society at school this afternoon. I am one of the committee. Just what I wanted to be.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Assuming that Grandma wrote the poem—and didn’t copy it from somewhere—it’s amazing how enthusiastic she was about November. It seemed like she was feeling down in several October diary entries. I hope that November proves to be a better month.
Was the Literary Society like a modern book club? Was it a school club . . . or did a group of friends organize it? Did both males and females belong. . . or was it a girl’s only club?
I’m glad Grandma got the position she hoped to get. Committee member sounds like a worker bee position. Did the committee members help select books to read? . . bring desserts? . . . clean up after the meetings?