17-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Friday, July 19, 1912: My brain must be getting full of rubbish, that I cannot even remember the happenings from one day to the next.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
The way this diary entry is written almost makes it seem like Grandma forgot to write anything in the diary a hundred years ago today–and then tried to remember what had happened the following day.
Once before Grandma wrote that she sometimes did two entries at the same time:
By jingo if I haven’t forgotten what I did today. Just what I did several days ago. You see, sometimes it happens that I don’t always feel like writing in this diary every evening, so I wait until the next evening and make two entries at one time.
Grandma must have been in the doldrums of summer.
5 thoughts on “Brain Getting Full of Rubbish”
Ahhh… love you more every time I read your honest diary entries, Miss Helena Muffly. You say you fear your head “must be getting full of rubbish”… my thinking often is that my brain is getting full of mush. Different words/ same sentiment.
We would also say our brain is full of mush. We all get that way especially in the dog days of summer. It is neat to read how it happened even 100 years ago today! I wonder if your grandmother knew the people who lived in that red brick home…it was probably built then. Blessings – Patty
McEwensville was a small town–both then and now–so I’d guess that she probably knew the people who lived in the house.
I am feeling that way myself today. Blah.