The Old Clock on the Stairs by Longfellow

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

Monday, January 6, 1913:  Copied off parts of a dialogue this evening. We are getting ready for our next meeting.

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Source: Osgood’s American Sixth Reader

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

The meeting probably refers to the Literary Society at Grandma’s high school.

What dialogue did she copy?

I browsed through a very old book called Osgood’s American Sixth Reader. The book focused on elocution, and contained lots of poems and prose for students to memorize…. Shakespeare. . Chaucer. .. Dickens. . .

I found myself drawn to a poem by Longfellow (probably because it was one the few that contained an illustration that I could use in this post.  :))

The Old Clock on the Stairs

H. W. Longfellow

1. Somehwat back from the village street

Stands the old-fashion’d country-seat;

Across its antique portico,

Tall poplar-trees their shadows throw;

And from its station in the hall

An ancient time-piece says to all,

“Forever—never!

Never—forever!”

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2. Half-way up the stairs it stands,

And points and beckons with its hands

From its case of massive oak.

Like a monk who under his cloak,

Crosses himself, and sighs, alas!

With sorrowful voice to all who pass,

“Forever—never!

Never—forever!”

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3. By day its voice is low and light;

But in the silent dead of night,

Distinct as a passing footstep’s fall,

It echoes along the vacant hall,

Along the ceiling, along the floor,

And seems to say, at each chamber-door,

“Forever—never!

Never—forever!”

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4.  Throughout days of sorrow and of mirth,

Through days of death and days of birth,

Through every swift vicissitude

Of changeful time, unchanged it stood,

And as if, like God, it all things saw,

It calmly repeats those words of awe:–

“Forever—never!

Never—forever!”

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5.  In that mansions used to be

Free-hearted hospitality;

His great fires up the chimney roar’d,

The stranger feasted at his board;

But, like the skeleton at the feast,

That warning time-piece never ceased:–

“Forever—never!

Never—forever!”

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6.  There groups of merry children play’d:

There youths and maidens, dreaming stray’d;

Oh, precious hours! Oh, golden prime,

And affluence of love and time!

Even as a miser counts his gold.

Those hours the ancient time-piece told:–

“Forever—never!

Never—forever!”

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7.  From that chamber, clothed in white,

The bride came forth on her wedding night;

There, in that silent room below,

The dead lay in its shroud of snow;

And in the hush that follow’d the prayer

Was heard the old clock on the stair:–

“Forever—never!

Never—forever!”

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8.  All are scatter’d now and fled:

Some are married; some are dead:

And when I ask, with throbs of pain,

“Ah! When shall they all meet again,

As in the days long since gone by?”

The ancient time-piece makes reply,–

“Forever—never!

Never—forever!”

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9.  Never here, forever there,

Where all parting, pain, and care.

And death, and time, shall disappear!

Forever there, but never here!

The horologe of eternity

Sayeth this incessantly:–

“Forever—never!

Never—forever!”

Took Down the Christmas Tree

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

Saturday, January 4, 1913: Took down the Christmas tree this morning. It made such an awful mess. Ran an errand to McEwensville after dinner, and was home in three shakes of a lamb’s tail.

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Photo source: Wikimedia Commons

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

Grandma’s right—it makes an awful mess when the Christmas tree is taken down.

My Christmas decorations are still up—they will come down tomorrow. I’m trying to delay taking them down for as long as possible, but it’s starting to feel like I’m ready for my house to return to normal.

Kept New Year’s Resolution

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

Thursday, January 2, 1913:  I’m so sleepy for I’m keeping later hours with my books Perhaps the thing will work all right after all. Hope it does.

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

Grandma’s New Year’s resolution was to study more in 1913. I can picture a teen-aged Grandma sitting by a gas lamp huddled over her books long after everyone else went to bed.  In my mind, the wind was howling and there was a chill in the room, but Grandma persevered–at least for this one day.

I’m still trying to keep my Yew Year’s resolutions. I hope they work out all right, too.

Winter Break Over

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

Monday, December 30, 1912:  Went back to school today after a two weeks rest. Had such a time carrying my books. I had brought so many home, and it was raining in the bargain.

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The road that Grandma would have walked down to go home from school on a recent rainy day.

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

Grandma had to walk about a mile and a half to get to school. Nothing’s worse than a cold December rain.

Did Grandma read all the books over the break that she brought home? What were they about?

A hundred years ago, the Christmas break was really long. And, it’s Interesting that school began prior to New Year’s Day—today schools don’t generally resume until January 2.

Looking Forward to School Starting Again

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

Saturday, December 28, 1912:  We had visitors a little while this morning. Everything seemed so dull to me this awful Saturday. Guess I’ll welcome going to school next week as a change. After all my vacation lacked the enjoyment that sometimes comes to others.

Recent photo of the house Grandma lived in. The photo was taken at dusk on a December day.
Recent photo of the house Grandma lived in.

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

Who were the visitors?  Grandma didn’t seem very excited about their visit.

Perhaps the visitors were old friends of her parents or distant relatives, who, from Grandma’s perspective, were very uninteresting and boring.

Based on the previous diary entries—it seems like Grandma enjoyed her Christmas break, but I suppose that she was starting to get tired of being at home. The last day of school before the break was December 13—so she hadn’t been to school for two weeks!

What’s a Dollar a Hundred Years Ago Worth Now?

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

Friday, December 27, 1912:  Sold Mollie’s calf today. It wasn’t a very big one and I rather feared my fortune would be pretty small, but after all it weighed one hundred and forty-four lbs. Received a neat sum of $11.56. I am real proud over what my purse that Ruth gave me contains. Over fourteen dollars.

Source: Kimball's Dairy Farmer Magazine (June 15, 1911)
Source: Kimball’s Dairy Farmer Magazine (June 15, 1911)

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

Mollie was Grandma’s cow, and it had a calf on November 15.

Grandma’s parents apparently taught their children the value of money by giving each child a cow. I think that if the cow had a male calf, the child got the money from the sale of the calf—and their personal herd grew if a female calf was born. (See previous post on teaching farm kids that value of money.)

And, we now know that Grandma’s sister Ruth was the person who gave her the purse. I bet it was stylish—and that it looked great filled with cash. Grandma was in the money. I hope she spent it wisely.

According to an online Inflation Calculator website, a dollar a hundred years ago is worth about $23.40 today.

So in real dollars Grandma sold the calf for the equivalent of $240 now. And if she had $14 in her purse, she’d have $328 today.

Got the Christmas Tree

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

Monday, December 23, 1912: I got the Christmas tree this afternoon, nor did it take me long. Pass it along, Ruth has the pink eye, and now tis my turn to laugh. She looks so terrible funny. I know what it’s like, but I can’t keep from thinking what a joke it is on her.

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

Did Grandma go out into the woods on the farm by herself and cut a tree? I always picture tree cutting as a family project—but I guess that one person could do it by herself.

Interesting how people waited until the last-minute to get their tree a hundred years ago. They put candles on trees back then—and there was a real fire risk. So I suppose that they wanted a very fresh tree on Christmas day that might be less likely to catch fire.

Poor Ruth—she was Grandma’s older sister. It’s no fun to be sick during the holidays.  Pink eye was going through the family. Grandma had it on December 10 and their brother Jimmie had it on December 15.