17-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Monday, October 21, 1912: Some good kind of mortal ought to tell me what to write, for I am beginning to get at the end of my string, as you surely can see by the tone of this entry.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
It’s interesting how Grandma seemed annoyed with herself when she couldn’t think of anything to write. Since she was keeping the diary for herself, it seems like she might have just some skipped days. But, Grandma seemed very disciplined about writing something every day. She must have been very firm with herself.