19-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Saturday, July 18, 1914: Nothing much doing. Went to an ice cream sale this evening. Didn’t get any there, but got some at another place.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
mmm. . . Eating ice cream with friends sounds like a wonderful way to spend a Saturday evening.
Grandma did have the ice cream with friends didn’t she? The diary entry doesn’t exactly say that, but I think that’s what she means. In my imagination a group of friends made homemade ice . . . laughing and chatting while they took turns turning the crank.