17-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Sunday, August 25, 1912: Won’t I be glad when tomorrow morn is here and this day is passed. Went to Sunday School this afternoon. Besse and Curt were here today.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
With entries like this, I always create stories in my mind–even if the diary text doesn’t really provide enough information to tell whether my imagination is right or way off base.
For example, for this diary entry I picture Grandma, and her sister and brother-in-law, Besse and Curt Hester, sitting on the porch on a beautiful summer afternoon nibbling cookies. There’s a bit of a breeze–just enough to make the day seem really pleasant.
The zinnias and hollyhocks are blooming in a nearly flower garden. And, the young folks are catching up on all the gossip–who just got engaged, the runaway horse in downtown Watsontown, . . . and that school was going to start for Grandma the next day.
. . . or maybe there were thunderheads in the sky so Grandma, Besse, and Curt . . . .