16-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Tuesday, June 13, 1911: I have a sore neck, and I’m not trying to write anything very pleasant, so there. Said good-bye to H.W. Wonder when I will see him again. He came over for some tools this morning.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Grandma probably has a sore neck from stooping to pick strawberries (see yesterday’s entry).
I assume that H.W. refers to one of the carpenters who had been building the barn addition. On June 2 she’d indicated that she thought two of them were cute. And, on June 6 there’d been the barn raising—so the carpentry work is probably finished. It’s hard to be a teen sometimes . . .
