19-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Thursday, November 19, 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 go off on a tangent—
Sometimes I’m surprised how thoughts of Grandma pop into my head at the least expected times.
Last week-end my husband and I had friends over for dinner. It was almost time for them to arrive and I still hadn’t set the table.
I pulled some cloth napkins out of a drawer-and thought with dismay—“Dang it, I’m going to have to iron them.”
Annoyed, I dragged my heavy ironing board out of the closet—and suddenly thought—”Did Grandma also dislike lugging this hefty ironing board around?”
This makes perfect sense because I have Grandma’s ironing board.
She passed many years ago. It was shortly after I got married, and I needed an ironing board. So when the grandchildren were given an opportunity to select items they would like from her house—one of the things I chose was the ironing board.
I’ve used the ironing board for more than 35 years. It’s probably 60 or 70 years old (and probably could easily last another 60 or 70 years). I replaced the ironing board cover once a few years ago—but that’s it. It might be heavy, but it is also darn sturdy.