16-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Thursday, December 28, 1911: Wanted Ma to go to Milton this morning, but she wouldn’t do it. Of course I was going along and get some things I wanted. It isn’t muddy any longer because it has gotten colder. Wish it would soon snow. Saw a mousie in the drawers of the desk. Managed to give him a whack, but he got away. But all the same I got him; by the tail too. I’m not afraid of mice, but he’s afraid of me. Poor creature.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
It’s interesting how this diary entry considered the perspective of the mouse. Grandma was braver than I am. I screamed last fall when a mouse ran across my kitchen floor.