Good Grade in Algebra!

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

Tuesday, November 28, 1911: Exams are over thank goodness. I made ninety in Algebra, instead of the one I made last month. I must make some good resolutions and study better next month for I have much need to study. Came near missing a day at school.

Recent photo of the building that once housed McEwensville High School.

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

Yeah!! Grandma got 90% in algebra!! In October she’d only gotten 68%.  Her studying over the previous couple days apparently paid off.

It’s silly to vicariously celebrate a minor success that occurred a hundred years ago, yet I get so involved in the diary story that it somehow seems appropriate to feel pleased when Grandma had a good day.

The Sisters Had a Fight

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

Monday, November 26, 1911:Had exams today. Wonder what some of my marks are. Rufus and I had a squabble tonight over such a trifle. She pummeled me so hard on the head that I had a headache for a while. I guess school marms can lay it on sometimes.

Ruth Muffly

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

Whew . . . it sounds the two sisters had a terrible fight. In the diary Grandma sometimes–—especially when she was annoyed or angry– referred to her sister Ruth as Rufus.

In November 1911, Grandma was 16 years old and Ruth as 19. Ruth was a teacher (i.e., school marm) at one of the one-room schools near McEwensville. What could have possibly angered them so much?

“I don’t know what I know”

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

Wednesday, November 22, 1911: Am trying to recover what I do not know that I missed during the month. I am pretty far behind and it is going to take some studying.

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

I love the line Grandma used in this entry—“Am trying to recover what I do not know that I missed during the month.”

It reminds me of the mastery matrix.

The worst quadrant to be in is the one where you don’t know what you don’t know—but at least you are comfortable there in your ignorance.

I think that Grandma was in the most frustrating quadrant. She knew that she didn’t know something—but she couldn’t quite get a handle on what it was.

An Outlandish Fib

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

Monday, November 20, 1911:We got a good joke off on Carrie at school today. It was a most outlandish fib she told, and oh so shocking.

Recent photo of the school that Grandma and Carrie attended.

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

Hmm. . . what was the story behind this entry? Carrie Stout was a friend of Grandma’s. I can’t quite figure out a probable relationship between a fib and the others (the class?) somehow playing a joke on Carrie.

Maybe Carrrie lied about homework? . . .but what would be the follow-up joke?

Or maybe she lied about why she was late getting to school? . . . and then the class . . .did what??

I might as well quit guessing. Some things are just impossible to figure out a hundred years later.

Book Review: Hester Morley’s Promise

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

Sunday, November 19, 1911: Went to Sunday School this afternoon. Wore my new hat and coat. I’ve just finished reading a book tonight, I can call it that for it is about half past eleven. Hester Molly’s Promise was the name; most too sad to be really interesting.

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

Hester Morley’s Promise by Hesba Stratton was published in 1873. It is available online and can be downloaded from the Internet Archive.

This novel tells the story of two women (Hester and Miss Walden) in a small town in England who love the same man—a young minister named Carl.

As a 16-year-old Grandma probably enjoyed the romance–though she obviously didn’t like the lack of a “happy forever after” ending.

The book also examined how pettiness and self-interest of church members can pull a church apart.  This may have resonated with Grandma since the church that she attended was shuttered within 10-years of the time that she kept this diary.

Grandma probably also took away something about extra-marital affairs. I was surprised that books from that long ago dealt with this topic, and found it interesting that the novel suggested that an affair doesn’t affect just the people who are involved in it, but also their families and communities.

Hester’s father was a bitter, broken, 50-year-old man named John Morley. Hester’s mother died when she was young, and John then married a woman 14-years his junior named Rose.

About 10 years prior to the beginning of the book, Rose was not satisfied with her marriage and had an affair. When John found out about the affair, he threw Rose out—but never could get over his anger and his life spiraled downward.

The young minister Carl got drawn into all of the messiness as the ongoing repercussions of the ancient affair played out. Intertwined in this story was the story of  two woman who loved Carl–and one had the power to destroy his future in the town if he didn’t reciprocate her advances.

Carl chose Hester, and Miss Walden set out to destroy him.  She spread nasty rumors about Carl, and he was soon asked to leave the church for heresy.

In many ways this book seems very dated—yet I still enjoyed reading it. It gave me a better understanding of how sin, redemption, love, and relationships were viewed a hundred plus years ago.

Snooping at the Teacher’s Desk

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

Friday, November 17, 1911:Another girl and I made our teacher feel cross for awhile this afternoon.  He had drawn a picture of a ring and beneath it we wrote “my diamond.”  Now he gives some of us credit for snooping at everything he has on his desk.

Did the paper look like this?

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

This is one of my favorite diary entries. Grandma must have been a hoot when she was young.

This entry also makes me wish that I knew more about her teacher. I know that the teacher’s name was Howard Northrop—but little else.  In most diary entries he seems like the stereotypical teacher—gives hard tests, puts Grandma on the spot sometimes when she isn’t paying attention, etc.

In this post her teacher seems really human—How old was he? Was he cute? Did he have a girlfriend? Was he thinking of asking her to marry him? If so, how did it all work out?

Average Daily Temperatures, 1911 and 2011

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

Tuesday, November 14, 1911: The first snow of winter fell today to the depth of an inch or more. James and I got a ride to school this morning. It seems I don’t get as many rides this year as I did last.

1911 = blue line; 2011 = red line

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

This diary entry got me searching for historic weather data.  I found daily data for 1911 and 2011 for Williamsport Pennsylvania which is located about 20 miles northwest of McEwensville on the National Climatic Data Center website.

I wondered if it had been warmer or cooler in 1911 than in 2011. So I found the average daily temperature for the first day of each month for both years.

I discovered that the average daily temperature was higher in 1911 than in 2011 for 6 months of the year; and it was lower for 5. (I could make the comparison for only 11 months, since I don’t have December 2011 data.)

The National Climatic Data Center at the U.S. Dept. of Commerce is an awesome source for historic weather data at individual weather stations across the US. The data go back to the late 1800s for many locations.

Click here find the original handwritten data sheets for individual weather stations.

Click here for more recent data for individual stations.

I started searching for weather data to learn about the November 14, 1911 snowstorm that Grandma mentioned in her diary. I was surprised to discover that it did not snow on November 14, 1911 in Williamsport. The storm must have been very localized.