18-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Sunday, March 8, 1914: Went to Sunday School this afternoon. Seemed rather lonesome with Ruthie away.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Grandma’s sister Ruth went somewhere on the train the previous evening:
. . . Saw Mistress Ruth off on the train tonight. It was late, so I took the lantern down to act for a signal.
Interesting how quickly Grandma went from calling her sister “Mistress Ruth” and sounding annoyed that her sister was going somewhere fun (and that she was probably stuck with milking all of the cows by herself) to missing “Ruthie”.