A Day at the Milton Fair

19-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today: 

Thursday, October 1, 1914:

The days of fall and summer’s last farewell,

When the flowers must droop and slowly fade away.

Time changes. October now is here again,

And sweet summer can no longer with us stay.

Spent the day at the Milton Fair. We had seats on the grand stand. That was the first time I was on one. Don’t get so tired and see a great deal more. Was late getting home, as the trains behind time.

Milton Fairgrounds Grandstand (Photo was taken in the early 1920s) Source: Milton History.org
Milton Fairgrounds Grandstand (Photo was taken in the early 1920s) Source: Milton History.org

Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:


What fun! Who were you with in the grand stand? . . . your sister Ruth? . . . friends?

It sounds like the perfect day (even if the trains were running late).

For those of you who are familiar with the area, the Milton Fairgrounds were located along the road between Milton and Watsontown near the current site of the Wynding Brook Golf Club.

Grandma began each month with a poem. For more about the poems, see this previous post:

Monthly Poem in Diary

26 thoughts on “A Day at the Milton Fair

  1. It looks like the grandstand overlooked a raceway for “wholesome trotting races”, not the kind where “they sit down right on the horse.” Very traditional eastern fair fare!

    1. I continue to be amazed that she was so consistently included a poem on the first of each month. If I was doing it, I think that I might be more random and forget the poem some months; write a second poem on the 6th of a month, etc.

  2. I’ve recently found a photo of the grandstand at the Marion county fairgrounds in Iowa during the 1920s. It looks like they had the same building plans! That’s a nice poem, too, and what a nice way to begin a new month.

    1. It’s interesting that a grandstand in Iowa looked very similar to one in Pennsylvania. Even in the days before the internet and other modern means of communications, ideas (and maybe building plans) somehow spread relatively rapidly from one geographic area to another. 🙂

  3. I too love the start of the month with a poem. It seems that is more of a calling for her than even diary-writing. I wonder did she ever pursue it after she stopped with the diary?

    1. As far as I know she didn’t do any writing (except for writing the occasional letter) after the diary ended–which seems a little sad, but I guess that her life just went in other directions.

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