18-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Monday, December 1, 1913:
The very last, December comes
That month that is held so dear
With a shout of mirth
We welcome the birth
For the month that dies the year.
It seems to me that old father time must be running a race with something or other, the days spin ‘round so swiftly.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Were the Muffly’s starting to decorate for Christmas as the days spun by? Here’s some ideas for using greenery that were in the December, 1913 issue of Ladies Home Journal.
Grandma begins each month with a poem. For additional information about them see: