18-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Sunday, February 1, 1914:
Something nice for you, I’m thinking
Yet somehow my thoughts will stray
Every one is so much rubbish.
Tis a failure that I say.
Sunday school was this afternoon instead of this morning. I rather liked the preacher they had. Ruth and I. I was going to say since that is a phrase so often, but doesn’t fit in here after all. Well Ruth staid up at Helen’s and I went up to attend some kind of C.E. Union, any way that is my definition of it. Said services are to be held every night this week. Thurs. night is when we girls take part. Came home with Ruth since that was what I went up for.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
This is a long entry for Grandma—yet it also seems particularly disjointed and I have difficulty following her train of thought.
Grandma began the month with a poem—as she did on the 1st of every month. Many monthly poems were about the season or typical weather (the harvest in October, sweet summer in August).
What was Grandma trying to say in this poem? The first line may refer to Valentine’s Day—or the unidentified guy she liked who she referred to as “he” in other entries. But then the poem seems to take a darker turn.
The church must have had a substitute pastor or a preacher seeking a call. The previous preacher at Grandma’s church preached his farewell sermon on January 4.
C.E. Union referred to the Christian Endeavor Union. It is a nondenominational evangelical organization that periodically held events in McEwensville. On October 30, 1912 Grandma wrote about attending a Christian Endeavor convention in McEwensville.
The last few days Grandma was practicing a speech. It sounds like she would give it at a Christian Endeavor event later in the week.
Helen Wesner and Carrie Stout were friends of Grandma and her sister Ruth.