18-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
June 18, 19, 20: These days are filled with uneventful proceedings not worth mentioning.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
The summer doldrums continue—and it looks like Grandma didn’t even write in the diary for a couple days, and then just summarized her ennui on the 20th.
Did Grandma ever wish that she could take a fun holiday trip—say to the Atlantic Ocean? . . . and did her mother worry about “young people today”?
Here’s a fun article I found in the August, 1913 issue of Ladies Home Journal:
How Much of This Do You Want Your Daughter to Share?
An Editorial in Pictures
The pictures on this page are taken from photos at the “bathing hour” on various public beaches that dot the Atlantic coast from Cape May to Cape Ann. They accurately indicate the free- and easy-familiarity that is continuous on these midsummer playgrounds from the opening of its season to the close.
Are the situations such as you would wish your daughter to have a share in, such as you would even have your daughter see? Where do you think such easy familiarity between the sexes—between the young of the sexes—leads? Nowhere, do you say? Would you be willing for your daughter to take a chance of such familiarity, leading—nowhere? Yet that is precisely the chance thousands of American parents take when they permit their daughters unrestricted indulgence in the attraction of our public bathing beaches.