19-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Thursday, August 20, 1914: I was the first one up this morning. Addressing some cards for the folks at home, and managed to while away the time until the other girls were ready to go down to breakfast. We spend the fore-noon in the Orphans Home. One had her arm around my neck nearly all the time. It commenced to rain while we were there but not very hard.
Our friend entertained us at Statler’s Restaurant. It is a very fine affair. We left that afternoon for Watkins. I soon began to weary of riding on the train. One gets so tired. We reached the place after dark and to my dismay learned that we were still a mile and a half from the town. We had to take the bus and did not reach our boarding place till after nine, tired and hungry. We didn’t get our supper so we went straight to bed, as we intended getting up early the next morning in order to see the glen. I slept like a rock that night. Daylight was streaming through the windows when I woke.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Even the most awesome vacations have days that are tiring. This was the fourth day of the whirlwind trip that Grandma, her sister Ruth, and two other young women took—Niagara Falls, Toronto, Buffalo, and now Watkins Glen in the Finger Lake Region of New York. Whew, I’m feeling tired just listing the names of all the places they visited.
The early portion of the day was spent in Buffalo with a friend who worked at an Orphans’ Home—probably St. Vincent’s Female Orphanage Asylum. The previous day Grandma wrote:
. . . There we took the train and went on to Buffalo. We arrived there about six, got our supper and started out for the home of a friend. It was dark when we reached our destination. This friend is a governess in an Orphan’s Asylum.