Weather Twasn’t Nice and Warm

19-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:

Wednesday, April 1, 1914:

When the flowers begin to peep from their hiding place.
T’will be known that spring is here, spring with all her grace.
When the birds will sing their songs in the tree tops high.
Oh, then we know that April’s here and will not pass us by.
April fool, wash your face and go to school.

Twasn’t nice and warm at all, at all.


Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:

I love the surprise ending to this diary entry. April sounds so wonderful in the poem— but reality didn’t quite match the April of Grandma’s dreams.

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Monthly Poem in Diary

April Fool’s Day

41 thoughts on “Weather Twasn’t Nice and Warm

  1. Sweet poem. My mom had a saying that “April borrows 12 days from March”; sounds like that was happening in Grandma’s world that year!

    1. I wonder if twasn’t and t’will were in common usage a hundred years ago, or if they were considered somewhat old-fashioned words even then.

  2. Sad that Grandma was still waiting for glorious spring. We have had it here yesterday and today – beautiful, sunny and warm, and so it matches her poem from 100 years ago..

  3. Sometimes I think it’s sad the potential we leave behind — fail to develop. I know at one point I loved to draw, and was even pretty good at it. Long lost in the huge pile of other interests. I wonder what talents others have left behind in the process of “growing up.”

    1. I have the same feeling sometimes, too. Sometimes I think that I want to again take up some of the things I did in my youth such playing the piano, doing needlework, etc–but somehow I seldom seem to actually make the commitment to doing it.

    1. I’m not sure whether or not she wrote the poem herself. The diary entry on the first of each month always includes a poem. At first I thought that she may have copied from somewhere; more recently I tend to lean towards thinking that she wrote them herself.

      1. I feel that way, too. There is something unique in the “voice” of each poem that seems to be at one with your Grandmother’s way of looking at things and expressing herself.

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