18-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Saturday, January 24, 1914: Went to Watsontown this afternoon, though what I went for rather puzzled me after I got started. Was in to the movies. The old pictures are rather hard on my eyes.
Had a nice time coming home through the rain without an umbrella.
Something I almost forgot. Rode downhill three or four times with Jimmie this morning. The road was nice and icy and we went quite a distance. The fun didn’t last very long for me however. I came to the conclusion that I was most too old to ride downhill.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
If I squint my eyes I can almost see Grandma and her little brother Jimmie sledding how the road in front of their house. Jimmie enjoying every moment; and Grandma having fun, but worried that she looked silly and that her friends might see her acting like a kid.
Awe, to be young again. . . I wish that I was so young that 18 felt old.