18-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Sunday, October 19, 1913: Went to Sunday School this afternoon. Then it commenced to rain, but got home alright after all.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Hmm—I don’t quite get this diary entry.
What was Grandma trying to say?. . . that it quit raining before Sunday School ended? . . . that someone gave her a ride home in a buggy? . . . that she walked home in the rain, but didn’t catch a cold? . . . that someone loaned her an umbrella?
Perhaps, I shouldn’t worry about not quite understanding diary entries like this one. It doesn’t sound like Grandma was recording anything very interesting or important. . . but somehow I find it annoying when I can’t figure out what she was trying to say.