18-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Sunday, March 30, 1913: Went to Sunday School this morning. Went to Carrie’s this afternoon and went to church with Rufus this evening. Just got home a while ago. Don’t have my lessons out very well for tomorrow, but anyhow, I’m not going to get them out tonight.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
I guess the week-end didn’t cure Grandma’s case of “senioritis”.
The previous Thursday she wrote:
Didn’t get home from practice till about half past eleven. So you see I didn’t get my lessons out either.
And, on Wednesday she wrote:
Teacher gave the school a lecture, but it was really meant for me. I don’t think what I did was so bad, but I guess I won’t do it again. I might catch it right there.
And, she was ready for the week-end on Friday:
Am glad this is the last school day for this week. I guess, I’ll be glad when school stops. Am counting the days.
Grandma sometimes referred to her sister Ruth as Rufus in the diary—especially when she was annoyed with her (though Grandma doesn’t seem annoyed in this entry, so I’m not sure why she wrote Rufus).
Carrie referred to Carrie Stout. She was a friend of Grandma’s and lived on a nearby farm.