18-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Wednesday, February 18, 1914: Ruth and I went to a party tonight over at our cousin’s. We walked to town and from there the party was conveyed in sleds. Didn’t go very fast as the roads were full of snow. My, but we did have the eats. Bet there were some, who made it hard for their poor tummies. Got home 2:30 a.m.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
What an awesome party! . . . friends, sleds, lot of good food. . . Was “he” at the party? Life sounds good.
I want to just enjoy your fun, but somehow the time warp isn’t totally working for me—and the middle-aged mother in me has to ask you several questions:
Don’t you think that 2:30 a.m. was a bit late to stay out?
Did you and your sister Ruth have to walk home to the farm in the middle of the night all by yourselves? Was it safe?