17-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Saturday, June 15, 1912: Well this is Saturday. Saturday, that’s the way my brain must be of the dull sort. Did some fancy work this afternoon.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
What type of “fancy work” was Grandma doing? . . . . embroidery . . . tatting. . . crocheting . . .?
Was she making something that would decorate her clothes? . . . or was she making it to give as a gift? . . . or to put in her hope chest?
I want to picture her sitting in the living room doing fancy embroidery on pillow cases and sheets in anticipation of finding the right guy and getting married someday—but maybe it was for more immediate needs such as decorating a dress collar.