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Gathering Arbutus

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

Sunday, April 28, 1912: Went to Sunday School this morning. Jimmie went along. Carrie and I went for arbutus and wound up by taking a walk. Went to church this evening. Sported my new hat.

Trailing Arbutus (Mayflower)

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

Yeah, Grandma had an opportunity to wear her stylish new hat!

Carrie referred to her friend Carrie Stout, and Jimmie was her 6-year-old brother.

Trailing arbutus is a small white flower. A hundred years ago picking trailing arbutus apparently was a popular springtime activity.

I even noticed a short article about arbutus when I was recently looking through microfilms of the local newspaper. The April 8, 1912 issue of the Milton Evening Standard had the following article:

Arbutus must have a relatively long blooming season, since they still were in bloom on the 28th.

In 1911, Grandma also mentioned picking trailing arbutus—that time with her two sisters:

Besse was out this afternoon. We three kids went for arbutus and I got some this time. . .

Diary entry, April 15, 1911

A Mystery Partially Solved

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

Saturday, April 27, 1912:  Yessir, I really went to Milton this morning. Nor did I forget to take my Ma along.  After a trying time I got a hat that I thought would do. It is trimmed in light brown ribbon and red roses. I got a white dress, a pair of tans and some other gigger-mer-rows.

Amazingly, one of the drawings featured in an article on hats in the June, 1911 issue of Ladies Home Journal was a hat with roses and a brown ribbon. Maybe that was just a popular style a hundred years ago.

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

We finally have at least a partial answer to what Grandma was talking about in several recent diary entries—Grandma needed to go hat shopping.

The past Sunday Grandma wrote that she wished she had her new hat; and, the previous day she’d written that she hoped it won’t be raining the next day because “the hat question had become a serious problem.”

My guess is that “a pair of tans” refers to stockings. I think that gigger-mer-rows is archaic slang for small items.

Many things that seem important a hundred years later are only mentioned in passing in the diary (or not mentioned at all). Yet something that seems very minor—buying a hat—was discussed day after day.

Maybe teens haven’t changed–then and now they want to have nice outfits and look good.

The Hat Question

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

Friday, April 26, 1912:I am so anxious about the morrow. It is drizzling tonight and I’m so afraid it will be raining in the morning when I get up. You see the hat question has become a serious problem to me.

Source: Ladies Home Journal (June, 1911)

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

What exactly is the hat problem?  This is the second time in less than a week that Grandma mentioned a hat.  On April 21, 1912 she wrote:

Went to Sunday School this afternoon. Wish I had my new hat, I’d wear it if I had.

For more pictures of women’s hats a hundred years ago, see  previous post:

Women’s Hats a Hundred Years Ago  

Wind Rattled the Windows

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

Wednesday, April 24, 1912: This afternoon was one of the howling kind. The wind certainly did rattle the windows of that old school house.

Recent photo of the building the once housed McEwensville Schools. The high school was on the second floor. I can almost picture Grandma huddled over her desk in a drafty classroom while the wind howled outside.

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

I thought about calling this post—April Showers Bring May Flowers—but wanted to be sure that there had been showers.

Well—it didn’t rain on April 24, 1912 (so I had to come up with another post title). It was just a blustery, raw, spring day.  A hundred years ago in nearby Williamsport, the low temperature was 28.9 degrees, the high was 66.9 degrees, and there was no precipitation.

Click on data table to enlarge.

(The forecast for today for Williamsport is–rain; low: 34 degrees, high: 54 degrees.)

An Aside–

I found the temperature information on the National Climatic Data Center website.  Last January I explained how to find similar data for other towns and cities across the US.  When I went back to the site to get materials for this post, I found that the process had changed, but that I could still find the data I wanted.  I added a note to the end of that post which provides an update on the process.

How to Find the Temperature on Any Date in Any City in the US

Memorized Speech

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

Tuesday, April 23, 1912: What an extraordinary thing for a dummy like I am. I know all of my piece from beginning to end. I learned the larger part of it this evening. There are almost a thousand words in all.

I can picture Grandma sitting in this house a hundred years ago trying to memorize a presentation.

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

Grandma was memorizing a speech that she needed to present on the last day of school. The previous day she indicated that she’d completed writing it.

Assuming that Grandma spoke at about 150 words per minute, a 1,000 speech would take a little less than 7 minutes to present.

Today students don’t generally memorize speeches. Instead it is considered better to use notes to provide reminders about what to say.  I wonder if students were encouraged to write and memorize speeches back then, or if it just was something that Grandma decided to do on her own in an attempt to make sure that she said what she wanted to say.

Little Brother Recovered from Whooping Cough

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

Sunday, April 22, 1912: I now have that wonderful oration the way it suits me. I finished copying it this morning. Jimmie started back to school today. So far I don’t have any symptoms of the whooping cough. Don’t want it for two weeks yet.

Jimmie Muffly, 1912

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

Grandma was working on a speech that she needed to present on the last day of school. On April 16, she wrote that she was trying to find a topic; and, of the 17th she wrote that she’d found an interesting topic.

I’m surprised that Grandma’s 6-year-old brother Jimmie had apparently been out of school for almost a month with whooping cough. On March 24 she’d written:

Jimmie threatened with the whooping cough. I don’t want him to get it, nor do I want to get it myself. I would have to stop school if I do, and that I shouldn’t like to.

But, Grandma never again mentioned whooping cough, so until this entry I’d assumed that Jimmie hadn’t gotten it.

Whooping cough was a bad illness a hundred years ago. According to Wikipedia:

Symptoms are initially mild, and then develop into severe coughing fits, which produce the namesake high-pitched ‘whoop’ sound in infected babies and children when they inhale air after coughing. The coughing stage lasts for approximately six weeks before subsiding.

So even though Jimmie was out of school for a month—it’s sounds as if he recuperated more quickly than the typical person.

Moved Sister to Own Bedroom

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

Saturday, April 20, 1912:Locked Ruth out last night. I spent the afternoon cleaning house. It was my room. Rufus got stubborn and I had to do nearly all.

Picture of a bedroom in the April, 1912 issue of Ladies Home Journal. It probably doesn't look much like Grandma's bedroom--but it does provide an indication of what really nice bedrooms looked like a hundred years ago.

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

When Grandma was upset she called her sister Ruth,  “Rufus”.

This is the second day in a row that Grandma wrote about moving Ruth to another bedroom. They shared a room during the cold winter months—but had separate rooms during the remainder of the year.

Grandma apparently had the better bedroom because Ruth did not want to move—or maybe Ruth wanted to make her little sister do all of the work involved in the move.