Hundred-Year-Old Floral Basket Ideas

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

Tuesday, July 7, 1914: Nothing doing.

Source: Ladies Home Journal (June, 1914)

Source: Ladies Home Journal (June, 1914)

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

Since Grandma didn’t have much to say a hundred years ago today, I’m going to share some pictures of floral arrangements in baskets.

According to the June, 1914 issue of Ladies Home Journal:

If one can afford to have only a few receptacles for flowers, then baskets would well be chosen. Nowadays the shops show inexpensive shapes to meet every requirement, and the clever woman will not find them difficult to make.

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Feather Imports Banned

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

Sunday, July 5, 1914:  Our new preacher took up his charge today. Am glad that one is secured at last.

Source: Ladies Home Journal (March, 1914)

Source: Ladies Home Journal (March, 1914)

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

The McEwensville Baptist Church had a few difficult months. It hadn’t had a minister since January—and it must be have been a relief to finally have a new pastor.

Did Grandma wear a hat to church? . . . with feathers? Did she know that some bird species were endangered because of the demand for feathers?

Our Girls’ Hats

The new feather law prohibits the importation into this country of feathers of wild birds, and it is being rigidly enforced.

We hope that our girls, everywhere, will realize what it means to wear the plumage of song-birds in their hats. Beautiful and becoming hats can now be made without the sacrifice of our feathered friends.

The appalling destruction of birds for milady’s hat is proved by figures from the last six feather sales in London this year: Crowned pigeons, 21,318; macaw wings, 5,794 pairs; quills of the white crane, 20715; hummingbirds, 4112; birds of paradise, 17,711; Of the kingfisher, one of the birds of bright plumage to be found on the English and Irish lakes, the skins of no less than 215,500 were on sale.

Isn’t that a terrible arraignment against the vanity of women who adorn themselves with the plumage of the birds?

Farm Journal (June, 1914)

Source: Ladies Home Journal (March, 1913)

Source: Ladies Home Journal (March, 1913)

Had Fun Out in the Hay Field

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

Friday, July 3, 1914:  Had a jolly good time out in the hay field. You see if you have to work, you might just as well make a good time of it.

Photo source: Wikimedia Commons

Photo source: Wikimedia Commons

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

Grandma—

More details, please. It’s hot, hard work out in the hay field. It’s awesome that you had fun, but how did you make it fun? . . . Were you teasing and joking with other workers? . . . Who else was helping make hay? . . .

Photo source: Farm Journal (July, 1914)

Photo source: Farm Journal (July, 1914)

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.

McEwensville

McEwensville

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.)

A Boring Day in a Wonderful Month

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

Wednesday, July 1, 1914:

July has come to us once more.

Bright with days of the summer time.

Laden with joys that we all may find.

Filled to the brim and running o’er.

It’s a sad way to begin a month, if you’ve forgotten all the things you did. Guess I didn’t do much for the day by the sound of the entry.DSC02847

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

The poem and the rest of the diary entry seem so diametrically opposed. Even though the month began slowly, maybe Grandma was hopeful that the reminder of the month would be busy, fun-filled, and generally awesome.

  • “sad way to begin a month” vs. “bright with days”
  • “forgotten” vs. “laden with joys”
  • “didn’t do much” vs. “filled to the brim and running o’er”

Monthly Poem

For more information about the poems that Grandma included on the first day of each month, see this previous post:

Monthly Poem in Diary

June Flew By

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

Tuesday, June 30, 1914: It seems to me that the month of June comes and goes like a streak. The day passed like other days. Quite a few of them are alike.

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summer

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

Grandma—

I agree! June has come and gone like a streak. (Why can’t January come and go like a streak? It always seems to go on and on and on?)

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winter

 

Is It Okay for a Guy to Walk a Girl Home?

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

Monday, June 29, 1914:  Nothing much to write about.

Recent photo of the road that went  to the Muffly farm.

Recent photo of the road that went to the Muffly farm.

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

Since Grandma didn’t write much a hundred years ago today, I thought that you might enjoy reading some more hundred-year-old advice from an advice columnist called “Aunt Harriet.” It was published in Farm Journal.

Heart Problems

by

Aunt Harriet

A girl writes me that in her neighborhood “every boy who walks beside you or talks to you a while is a beau.” She goes on to ask how boys and girls, from fifteen to twenty, should act toward each other.

Is it not strange that the freedom which young people enjoy nowadays should not include the liberty of a natural friendliness between young men and women, the right to enjoy each others society without the comments, criticism and conjectures of the entire community?

You much realize that one of the phases of adolescence is the curiosity regarding the other sex; tis is a normal condition, worthy of consideration and not to be laughed at. Unconsciously, each seeks his mate and an unfettered choice is impossible in a narrow-minded community.

In choosing a garment or piece of furniture one rarely takes the first that offered; others must be seen for the sake of comparison. How much more important is the choice of a life mate, and yet people would restrict that choice.

Of course, I shall be misunderstood, but again I maintain that the happiest condition for young people is a community where they may gather together for all wholesome diversions, and where a boy can walk home with one girl today and call on another tomorrow, without being considered a “flirt”, while his sister has like privileges, without reflections on her character.

If the parents are sensible, they see that no one young man absorbs all their daughter’s time, until he is an accepted lover. As for the gossips, remember the old motto, “They say! Let them say!” In other words, why care?

Farm Journal (August, 1914)

You may also enjoy these previous posts that contained advice from Aunt Harriet:

What Did Wedding and Engagement Rings Cost A Hundred Years Ago?

How Much Should a Man Spend on a Date? Hundred-Year-Old Advice

Hundred-year-old Advice Column: Heart Problems by “Aunt Harriet”

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