19-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Sunday, May 3, 1914:
Brighter days are surely dawning,
Where the flowers peep from their places,
When the birds commence their buildings,
And all things are looking fairer,
Then comes the month of May.
Pandemonium reigned today in the sitting room, and it is going to stay that way for awhile I think. Wish house cleaning days were over.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Whew, what happened? Was Grandma’s mother angry that she wasn’t working hard enough?
The Muffly’s spring housecleaning seems way over the top. They started cleaning at least 10 days prior to this entry. On April 22, Grandma wrote:
Spent part of the day on my knees. Now I don’t mean I was trying to be good. I was cleaning house. . .
Grandma began the month with a poem—as she did on the 1st of every month. For more information about the poems see this previous post: