18-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Friday, January 30, 1914: Was over to Carrie’s this afternoon. I’m off on a vacation now. My music teacher didn’t come this morning.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
I wonder why Grandma’s piano teacher didn’t come. Was the weather bad?
Grandma seems like she was acting a bit childish in this entry. You’d think that she could continue to enjoy playing the piano—and not take “a vacation” even though her teacher didn’t assign any new songs to learn.
Sometimes Grandma seems like an adult—other times like a kid. . . maybe that’s just the way 18-year-old are.
Carrie Stout was a friend of Grandma’s who lived on a nearby farm.