A Sleepover

16-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today: 

Sunday, March 9, 1912:  Blanche slept with Ruth and me. I slept on the rail part of the time. Made me kind of stiff. Went to Sunday School this afternoon. B. was there. Hat blew off coming home, but by luck didn’t land in the mud.

Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:

Grandma had a crush on B. in the diary but doesn’t use the complete name. I think that B. refers to Bill Gauger.  Grandma’s sister Ruth married Bill several years after the diary ended.

Blanche Bryson was a friend of Grandma  and Ruth. The previous day’s entry indicated that their friend had arrived by train.

I assume that rail refers to the edge of a wooden bed frame. A hundred years ago, people didn’t have nearly the amount of privacy or space that they do today. Grandma and her sister Ruth shared a double bed—and it sounds like when they had an overnight guest they managed to squeeze a third person in.

I wonder how late they stayed awake talking. What did they talk about? Did their parents tire of the noise and tell them to go to sleep?

4 thoughts on “A Sleepover

  1. I can picture the three girls giggling way into the night! 🙂 I wonder how your grandma felt when her sister married the fellow she had a crush on. Hopefully she was over him by then! When I used to watch *The Waltons* on TV I always noticed how cramped the bedrooms were, especially the girls’ room was wall-to-wall beds….

    1. I’ve wondered too how she felt.

      You might be right, maybe there were wall-to-wall beds–that would explain the “sleeping on the rail”.

    1. I am too! It does seem like Ruth got to do more exciting things than Grandma–at least from the window provided by the diary entries.

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