Went to Friend’s Funeral

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

Saturday, April 6, 1912: Carrie and I went up to the cemetery to attend the funeral. I got a glimpse of my friend, nor do I think I’ll ever forget how she looked as she laid in her coffin. It seemed sad to die so young. She was about a year my junior.

The friend was probably buried in McEwensville Cemetery. (The building that once housed McEwensville High School is in the background).
See photo from early 1900s on book cover. Though the angle is different, it's interesting how little the cemetery has changed over the years.

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

On April 4 Grandma wrote in her diary that a friend from Sunday School  had died—but didn’t provide a name or details. After that post, readers suggested that I try to find the obituary to learn the name and more about the death. It’s a great idea and I plan to search old microfilms of the local paper soon. Keep your fingers crossed that I find it.

It’s so hard when someone young dies. I wonder if this is the first time that Grandma ever had to deal with the death of a friend.

I know that Grandma faced other difficult deaths over the years. For example, my grandfather died in a farm accident in the 1960’s. I can remember as clearly as yesterday, Grandma leaning over the coffin to say one final good-bye before it was closed.

Carrie refers to Grandma’s friend Carrie Stout.

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