19-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Wednesday, September 23, 1914: <<no entry>>
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Since Grandma didn’t write anything a hundred years ago today, I’m going to share an article from Grandma’s local paper, the Milton Evening Standard.
Apparently there was a drought in central Pennsylvania during September, 1914—and the nearby town of Milton was concerned about a potential water shortage. I wonder how the well on the Muffly farm was holding up during the dry weather.
15 thoughts on “Drought in Central Pennsylvania in 1914”
eeek, I hope they listened and stopped wasting water!
I was surprised how the article referred to a possible water famine. It sure sounded like it had the potential to be serious.
Can’t but smile at this as we are currently having 2 days without water due to a fire at the reservoir. How easy it is to take water for granted until you don’t have it.
Whew, that sounds bad. I hope that you have water again very soon.
Hopefully Grandma was busy having fun all these days when there have been no entries, and she’ll share big news in days to come!
She had such a good summer–so I’m hopeful that she was having so much fun that she didn’t have time to write in the diary.
It comes 100 yrs too late. This would have helped.
🙂 The rainbow is beautiful.
Water. Only when it’s scarce do we appreciate what a gift-freely-given it is for all to enjoy.
For some reason it puts me in mind of the Pequabuck river that ran through our little town of Forestville. So polluted by the businesses upstream that it ran brown and stinky. Then came the time when people cared, efforts were made, and it now runs clear and sweet.
It’s wonderful how the Pequabuck and so many other streams are so much cleaner today than they were years ago. It’s heartwarming to know that people are able to work together to improve their community.
Yes, good things do happen. They just don’t get much coverage in the media.
Yes, I am sure this must have been talked about since they were farmers.
I agree! My father was a farmer–and and loved to talk about (and worry about) the weather.
We are having a drought here in Los Angeles: San Fernando Valley. It is difficult to see everything dry up. Fires very near. WE are hoping and praying for rain, but no rain in sight.
Whew, it sounds terrible. Hopefully you’ll get rain soon. My thoughts are with you and the others in California.