19-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Thursday, July 2, 1914: Ruth and I trotted up to town this evening. Didn’t want to go very bad, but Sis insisted.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Hey Grandma —
Did you have fun? What did you and your sister Ruth do?
(I apologize if “Hey” is just too informal a salutation to use with my grandmother, but I think of you as the teen who wrote this diary—and somehow hey seemed just right in conjunction with my questions.)