19-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Friday, March 27, 1914: Called on Carrie this afternoon.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Carrie Stout was a friend of Grandma’s who lived on a nearby farm—but I can’t really show you where it was.
In the late 1960s, Interstate 180 was built through the area. The farm where the Stout’s once lived was divided into two, and the house was in the shadow of the highway. A few years later the house burned—so nothing is the same as it was in Grandma’s day.
Many days I’m surprised how little has changed over the past hundred years—but other times, like today, everything has changed and it’s difficult for me to even get my bearings.