Stopped with a Friend

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

Sunday, May 17, 1914:  Went to Sunday School this afternoon. Stopped with a friend a couple of minutes.

McEwensville
McEwensville

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

Sounds like a wonderful, fun, relaxing Sunday afternoon.

Hmm. . . What does stopped with a friend mean? . . . Did Grandma go into a friend’s home  in McEwensville after Sunday School to see something? . . . sit on the grass and talk? . . . stop to pick wildflowers?

I like this picture of McEwensville even though Grandma didn't go to this church. (She attended the Baptist Church which was torn down years ago).
I like this picture even though Grandma didn’t go to this church. (She attended the Baptist Church which was torn down years ago).

19 thoughts on “Stopped with a Friend

    1. Yes, they graduated together in Spring, 1913– and the community was small–so I assume that she saw him from time to time. But she was 3 1/2 years older than him. I think that he skipped several grades. At this point in time, he would have been 15 1/2 years old and she was 19. They didn’t get married until she was 26. So my gut feeling is that in 1914 that he still wasn’t on her radar screen.

  1. I have to say, my adult diary is pretty detailed. The one I kept as a kid and teenager, nearly in code. If a future grandchild ever tried to decode it, they’d have their hands full. What makes us so suspicious as girls?

  2. This is as much fun as reading the Little House books by Laura Ingalls Wilder. You can actually make up your own stories to go with the daily entries in the diary. I wish one of my ancestors had kept a diary that I could read today. I kept one for a while, then burned it the first time my heart was broken. And the second. And so on, and on.

    1. I am very fortunate to have a copy of my grandmother’s diary. I like how I can use the diary entries as a starting point (or writing prompt), I then have a lot fun doing the research and writing. It’s always wonderful to here when someone enjoys reading the posts.

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