16-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Thursday, June 27, 1911: We had a thrilling search for Jimmie this afternoon who had hid himself in a chicken coop just before a rainstorm to escape getting wet.

Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Grandma’s brother Jimmie would have been 5-years-old.
This entry make me think of Aunt Em searching for Dorothy right before the storm at the beginning of the Wizard of Oz. A lot of things have changed over the last 100 years—but some things never change. A missing child then and now sets off so many emotions and fears—and then there is the utter sense of relief, mixed with anger at the child for hiding or wandering off, when he or she is found.
I am really enjoying following your blog, especially your thoughts after each post! Thank you for commenting on my blog, I really appreciate and am glad you like what I have done.
I just can not even imagine having a missing child…
What a charming idea this is! Thanks for sharing the diary entries; your comments help to put everything in context.
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