16-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Saturday, July 22, 1911: I put away some of my truck that adorned the sideboard and stand. Rufus went to Dewart this afternoon. Carrie and I went up to McEwensville this evening.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Truck: Worthless Stuff or Rubbish
The handwritten diary entry clearly said that Grandma put some of her “truck” away. At first I thought that I’d transcribed something incorrectly, but then I decided to check an online dictionary and discovered that an archaic meaning of truck is worthless stuff or rubbish.
I wonder what Grandma and her friend Carrie Stout did in McEwesnville on a Saturday evening in July. My sense is that Saturday’s are pretty sedate in McEwensville today, but maybe it was livelier a hundred years ago.
In this entry (and in many others) Grandma refers to her sister Ruth as Rufus.
Dewart is a small town a few miles north of Watsontown. It is the first time it has been mentioned in the diary. I wonder why Grandma’s sister Ruth went there and how she got there. Did someone give her a ride in a buggy? . . .did she ride the train. . . or did she walk? (It would have been a long walk— about 4 or 5 miles in each direction).