Trotted Up to Town

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

Thursday, July 2, 1914: Ruth and I trotted up to town this evening. Didn’t want to go very bad, but Sis insisted.


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

Hey Grandma —

Did you have fun? What did you and your sister Ruth do?

(I apologize if “Hey” is just too informal a salutation to use with my grandmother, but I think of you as the teen who wrote this diary—and somehow hey seemed just right in conjunction with my questions.)

20 thoughts on “Trotted Up to Town

  1. I like the “Hey, Grandma”. I certainly think of your Grandmother as the teenager she was when she wrote this diary. (I just wish she’d given us a bit more information…..!)

  2. Hey I think the ‘Hey’ would please Grandma very much. I too think of her as a teen in her diary.
    Grandma’s not very chatty with details, I figure she was tired from all the work she’s been doing. She probably wanted to rest, but being a good sis, she went along for her sister. I hope the girls had a good time.

    1. The scenario you describe makes sense to me. Sometimes when I do some activity that I didn’t really feel like doing, I have a good time once I get there. Hopefully it was the same for her.

    1. That’s an interesting observation. Somehow she seemed more comfortable writing about her work, than about her social activities or feelings.

    1. I glad that it works for you. Somehow, I feel like the teen-aged version of my grandmother is a friend after writing about her daily for 3 1/2 year.s. :)

  3. I wonder what Helena meant by “trotted up to town.” Did they jog? Or flat out run? Or take a leisurely stroll. I have not heard that word in association with human gaits…. only horses.

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