16-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Wednesday, July 26, 1911: The barn is gradually turning to a deeper shade of red under the swift strokes of the painter’s brush. Carrie and I had intended to go to a picnic next Friday, but something unforeseen intervened, and I for my part have given up going entirely.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
When I look at the weathered gray barn that sits on the farm where Grandma grew up, it’s hard to envision how majestic it must have looked in its heyday.
The family had built an addition on the barn in the Spring and now were apparently painting the entire barn red so that the two sections matched.
I wonder why Grandma no longer plans to attend the picnic. What does “something unforeseen intervened” refer to? Does she need to help on the farm? . . Might she possibly have been grounded for some reason? . . though it seems like she would have mentioned the reason if she had been grounded. . . or . . .