19-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Monday, April 13, 1914: Blue Monday. Yes it was. I broke one of Ma’s relics, and things got bluer yet. Made me feel real miserable.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Grandma-
Ouch. . . it’s no fun to break a family “relic.”
Was Ma really mad? . . . and then what happened then that made things even bluer?
19-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Sunday, April 12, 1914: Went to Sunday School this morning. A whole gang of us went for arbutus this afternoon. Didn’t get any though, for it’s just in bud. We had quite a walk in the bargain.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Grandma—names please. . . Who went with you? How many people? . . . all girls? . . . or were there some guys, too? . . .
What did you talk about? Did you joke and tease each other?
This was Easter Sunday. Two days prior to this entry you mentioned Easter hats, but when Easter actually arrived you didn’t mention it. Why?
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The previous Sunday (April 5) Grandma, her sister Ruth, and their friend Carrie Stout also searched for trailing arbutus:
We went for arbutus this afternoon, but only managed to find the buds. It is late this spring.
1914 must have been a late spring—just like 2014 has been a late spring.
19-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Saturday, April 11, 1914: Nothing much doing.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
The previous day Grandma went to shopping in nearby Watsontown. Did she walk past the Mansion House? It’s still around—though it’s morphed over the years from being a “modern” hotel to being a bar and grill.
19-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Friday, April 10, 1914: Went to Watsontown this afternoon. Don’t have a new hat for tomorrow. Well, you see it will be Easter, that’s why. Oh, I don’t mean tomorrow; I mean the day after tomorrow.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Whew, another ambiguous diary entry. . .
Did Grandma buy an Easter hat when she went to Watsontown. . . or didn’t she?
19-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Thursday, April 9, 1914: Ruth and I have returned home after escorting Carrie back from where she came from. It’s awful nice out. The moon light makes it almost as light as evening.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
A moonlit walk on a pleasant spring evening. . . What a lovely way to end the day!
Carrie Stout was a friend of Grandma and her sister Ruth who lived on a nearby farm.
Something doesn’t seem worded quite right with this diary entry. Grandma wrote that it was “almost as light as evening”–though she must have meant the daylight hours.
19-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Wednesday, April 8, 1914: Nothing much. Don’t seem to have so much to do. My music lesson is easy for one thing.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
What songs was Grandma learning how to play? Maybe she had sheet music for some popular songs.
Sheet music published between 1911 and 1914 that I recognized included:
1911
1912
1913
1914
You can find the lyrics and recordings for these songs (and many more) on the Public Domain Music.org site, as well as on YouTube.
19-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Tuesday, April 7, 1914: Back to solid earth again.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Hmm. . . Back to solid earth again??? Nothing really awesome has happened recently in Grandma’s life, so it why did she write this?
Her cousin, Alma Derr, did visit over the week-end, but went home the previous day. Maybe Grandma didn’t have to work as hard when she had a guest (and maybe her parents even did some of her farm chores for her). . . but now that Alma was gone, the normal workload and drudgery returned.
