Tired of Winter

17-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today: 

Saturday, February 1, 1913:


 A hope of the coming spring time,

When all the trees are in bloom

When the cold of the Winter has vanished

Onto the gathering gloom.

I guess I spent today at home doing a little bit of work for the benefit of someone other than myself. Tweetie arrived about four o’clock.


Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:

Grandma began each month with a poem.  This poem accurately expresses how I feel. I’m tired of the gloom and ready for spring!

(I’m keeping my fingers crossed that the groundhog doesn’t see his shadow tomorrow.)

What work did Grandma have to do? Was it housework for her mother . . . or farmwork for her father?

At least it sounds like the day got better as it progressed. Tweetie was a nickname for Helen Wesner. She was a friend of Grandma’s.

16 thoughts on “Tired of Winter

  1. Time flies! It really doesn’t seem like a month since your Grandma’s previous first of the month poem! I look forward to spring, too. We’ve had little sunshine here since October so the winter is seeming long this year.

    1. It may be worded a little unusually–though it didn’t strike me as unusual until you mentioned it. My sense is that it is a regional phrasing that is occasionally used in central Pennsylvania.

    1. It’s such a fun nickname! I knew Helen Wesner slightly when she was an elderly woman. She went to the same church I attended. I think of her in a whole different way now that I know that she was once called Tweetie.

      1. Ya, that’s the thing about nicknames…guys do it all the time. Us girls should start a thing…wait a sec, I have one LOL We need one for you! Or maybe you’re holding out and you already have one? Come on Sheryl, you can tell Boomdee..LOL

  2. I sure do agree with Grandma about wishing for the world in full bloom. A little sunshine, a bit less wind and chill would feel so good right now. Wonder what work she did to help others… sounds like a volunteer effort of some kind.

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