18-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Thursday, December 18, 1913: Kept house again and was this time so unfortunate as to burn the coffee. Ma was in town shopping. Wonder what she got for me. All that I know is that it came from a jeweler’s.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Guessing is so much fun. . .
What gift did her mother buy her?. . . a pink cameo pendant? . . . a monogrammed scarf pin? . . . a watch?
Which jeweler did Grandma’s mother go to?. . . maybe Fielder’s in the nearby town of Milton?
Burning the Coffee
Until I read this diary entry, I never heard of anyone burning coffee. What is burned coffee? And, what might have happened that caused it to burn?