The Day After

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

Thursday, April 24, 1913:  I had no idea that I would be so tired. I guess last night was not too much for me. Went up to McEwensville this morning, but not to go to school, for that indeed is past for me. I got home just in time to see the girls off on the train. My presents still seem to be pouring in. This morning I got a dress by parcel post.


Source: Ladies Home Journal (December, 1912)

Previously mentioned gifts included a gold hat pin and a handkerchief

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

Grandma might have been surprised that her graduation ceremony exhausted her—but I’m not. Major events are tiring!

Grandma’s two cousins came the previous day to attend the graduation—and now were returning home.

Who gave Grandma the dress as a graduation present?  .  . . a friend? . . .  relative?  Was it handmade   . . . or “store-bought”?

28 thoughts on “The Day After

  1. Hi Sheryl. Graduation is a special time, but even today it takes a lot of time and energy. My son’s graduation (now 10 years ago), was an endless round of parties and preparation, not to mention the exams. I said at the end of it, I felt like I had graduated twice! Jane

    1. Thanks for taking a moment to write the nice note. I have a lot of fun doing this blog–and it’s always wonderful to hear when someone enjoys it.

    1. Thanks for the link. It’s awesome that the items were still in pretty good condition. I remember that a church I attended years ago opened a time capsule that had been put into a cornerstone of the church years before. Unfortunately, water had gotten into it over the years–and very little was left of the items.

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