19-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Wednesday, May 20, 1914: This afternoon I learned that I am an “auntie” for the second time. It is a little baby girl. Mingled with this new joy is a dim foreboding.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Wow. . . Congratulations on being an auntie once again!
. . . but this has taken us by surprise. . . Why didn’t you ever mention in the diary that your married sister Besse was pregnant?
I understand your sense of foreboding. This is what you wrote in 1912 when Besse had her first baby:
I was an aunt for one brief half a day yesterday, but didn’t know it until this morning. I was so disappointed when I heard it was dead. My little nephew was buried this afternoon. The baby I never saw. I feel like crying, when I think I am an aunt no longer.