19-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Sunday, May 3, 1914: Was going to a sale this afternoon but changed my mind and went someplace else. Am waiting on my thimble (Ma has it). Want to mend some holes in my socks.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Grandma- You need some Buster Brown Darnless Socks!
Hmm . . . This is a really odd diary entry. May 3, 1914 was a Sunday.
The previous day (Saturday), Grandma wrote, “Ditto.”
Did she actually write both of entries at a later date—and get confused about which day was the Sunday? . . . though that doesn’t exactly make sense, since she seems to be writing in the moment.