Grandma’s Grades

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

Monday, September 1, 1913:

Another month to greet us comes.

September with her golden scenes.

Is here once more to tell us that

Tis not for long e’er autumn intervenes.

Again and yet again comes the opening of school. Again chimes the dear old bell in the belfry of the ne’er to be forgotten M.H.S. No more can I respond to its summons. No more can I hasten back to my beloved studies and bury myself in their wisdom. No more can I taste of the sweetness of school days. There are indeed past, but their memory lingers still.

A recebt photo of the building that once housed McEwensville High School. — A recent photo of the building that once housed McEwensville High School.

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

Grandma, I can feel your pain. Last spring you were thrilled when you graduated from McEwensville High School (M.H.S.). It must feel really strange for school to start and no longer be part of it.

When the school bell rings, I bet it really hurts that you didn’t get a teaching job. But, I don’t know that for a fact since you’ve never mentioned it in the diary.

I’ve speculated that you tried, but failed, to get a teaching job at a nearby one room school house since both of your older sisters became teachers after they graduated from high school.

During your school years, you worried so much about your grades. Weren’t they good enough for you to get a teaching position?

Well, I checked the school’s grade book, and discovered that your grades weren’t fantastic, but they were darn good. (See note below about how I found the grade book).

Most of your grades were in the upper 80s and you had some in the low 90s. Arithmetic was your best subject–across the year for Arithmetic you averaged 91 3/7. I love how your teacher calculated the average using a fraction. I don’t understand why you didn’t get a job.

Does life seem to be passing you by? . . .No job. . . .and, no boyfriend. A hundred years ago women often got married in their late teens and early twenties. Some of your friends probably have serious boyfriends and are looking forward to marrying soon, but you don’t have a boyfriend or prospects for an early marriage. . .

Hang in there . . . my crystal ball tells me that you’ll get married when you are 26. 🙂

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Sometimes I’m amazed to discover information and artifacts that I’d assumed were gone forever.

The readers of this blog are wonderful . Janet Shuman put me in touch with her mother-in-law Jane Shuman who had the old grade book from McEwensville High School. I almost shook with excitement as I flipped through the pages—and found my grandmother’s grades. Thank you, Janet and Jane!

A Ride in an Automobile!

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

Went to Sunday School this morning. Dear old Margaret came along home with me to spend the day. Tweetie came home with Ruth. Got Ruth to take a picture of Margaret and me. The first one she spoiled and in the next one Peggy moved, so I don’t know yet how my pictures are going to pan out.

I just want to add that I was so fortunate this morning as to get an automobile ride.

1913 Ford Model T Runabout (Photo source: Wikimedia Commons)

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

What an awesome day! Today our roads are so jam-packed with cars that it almost boggles my mind that riding in an automobile was super-special a hundred years ago.

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If I squint a little, I can almost see three giggling teens trying to stand still while Grandma’s sister Ruth took the pictures.

And, I can almost see Grandma trying not to show her frustration when Ruth ruined the first picture. (I bet she didn’t hide her annoyance very well).

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Margaret (Peggy) may refer to either Margaret G. or Margaret Bryson. Both were friends of Grandma’s. Tweetie was a nickname of Helen Wesner.

Seven Sweets and Seven Sours

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

Saturday, August 30, 1913: The Lutherans had a Sunday School picnic down at the park today. Of course, I went. Had a pretty good time, but I guess I ate too much from the way I feel now.

A sweet food

A sour food

Picture Source: Wikipedia

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

The food must have been really good. There is an old Pennsylvania saying that meals should have “seven sweets and seven sours.”

The idea was to balance sweets and sours. In other words, eat some cake—but eat some pickles, too.

The phrase is often associated with the Amish, but traditionally it was often used throughout the state in German American communities.

There probably was a plethora of both sweets and sours at the picnic. I bet that Grandma had a sweet tooth and overdid the sweets. 🙂

Pictures Too Pale

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

Friday, August 29, 1913: Five of my pictures are finished. They are most too pale to be good but better than what I expected.

Pictures of the Tower at Madison School Garden (New York City). Here's an illustration from a hundred-year-old book called Practical Suggestions Regarding the Selection and Use of a Photographic Equipment that shows how F stops on a camera should be set for different magnification levels. — Here’s an illustration from a hundred-year-old book called Practical Suggestions Regarding the Selection and Use of a Photographic Equipment. It shows how F stops on a camera should be set for different magnification levels. Pictures are of the Tower at Madison School Garden (New York City).

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

Yeah! Grandma got some more pictures finished. She got the camera earlier in the summer, took a roll of pictures, and was now developing them.

Grandma began developing the pictures on August 26 when she and her sister Ruth made a negative. On the 27^th she printed three of them, and made another negative. . . now she had five finished.

I’m sure that Grandma was having lots of fun using “modern technology,” but by today’s standards it sure seems like a long drawn-out process.

Why were the pictures too pale? . . Were they overexposed?

Here’s what a 1910 book said about how to get the correct exposure:

We cannot impress upon you the all-importance of exposing for the shadow or dense portions. For general all-round out-of-door work, in the open, street scenes, etc., with very good light between 10:30 A.M. and 2 P.M. from 1/100 to 1/200 second at F. 8. Reasonably earlier or later in the day than the time specified, full aperture, F. 6.3, 1/50 to 1/100 second. As a general rule, 1/100 second is sufficient speed, but there are occasions when it is necessary to give 1/150 to 1/200 seconds, but these highest speeds should only be given when required.

On gray or clouded days or during November, December and January, when the actinic quality of the light is at its weakest, then invariably use full open lens (F. 6.3) and from 1/25 to 1/100 sec. exposure . . .

The telephoto attachment is neither difficult to use or to compute the correct exposure. To make an exposure with the telephoto we first calculate or rather determine the correct exposure for the subject at hand, with the positive lens along at a given stop, and then simply multiply that exposure by the magnification which we desire, using the same stop in the positive lens. . .

Practical Suggestions Regarding the Selection and Use of a Photographic Equipment by by Austin K. Hanks

(I’m a “point and shoot” photographer. . .and am clueless what half of the recommendations in the book mean. )

How Close Was Grandma to her Grandparents?

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

Thursday, August 28, 1913: Nothing doing.

Grandma's grandfather, John Derr (circa, 1900) — Grandma’s grandfather, John Derr (circa, 1900)

Grandma's Grandmother, Sarah Derr (circa, 1900) — Grandma’s Grandmother, Sarah Derr (circa, 1900)

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

Since Grandma didn’t write much a hundred years ago today, I’m going to share a 1913 poem that resonated with me. I noticed it in the August, 1913 issue of Farm Journal when I was working on yesterday’s post.

Homely Wrinkles

Don’t neglect the old folks,

Love them more and more,

As they turn their weary eyes

Toward the other shore;

Let your words be tender,

Loving, soft and low;

Let their last days be the best

They have ever known.

This poem made me wonder about Grandma’s relationship with her elderly grandparents. Her maternal grandparents, John and Sarah Derr, lived in Turbotville which was about 5 miles from the Muffly farm. Her grandfather (John Derr) was 90 years old and her grandmother (Sarah Derr) was 79. Were they healthy? . . . ill? . . .fun to be around? . . . crochety? . . .

I may have forgotten, but I can’t remember her grandparents ever being specifically mentioned in the diary —though there were a few general references to events that they may have attended. For example, on January 19, 1913 Grandma wrote:

A bright and beautiful dawn welcomed the approach of day. Ruth and I walked to Turbotville this morning to attend a family reunion. All of ‘em weren’t there. Had quite a pleasant time, but it would have been nicer if some more of the cousins had been there. We had our pictures taken out on the lawn. . . .

Printed Three Photos

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

Wednesday, August 27, 1913: I believe the pictures will be a success after all. Printed three this afternoon and we made another negative.

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

This photo was in the August, 1913 issue of Farm Journal. The caption says: “An Outing—Having a Merry Time.”

The slightly fuzzy posed photo probably was sent in by a reader because it was on a page of reader tips, letters, and poems.

Grandma took pictures at the Sunday School picnic earlier in August. Did she gather her friends together for a similar photo?

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Whew, taking and developing pictures sure was a long-drawn out process a hundred years ago.

Grandma got a camera earlier in the summer— and she was now developing her first roll of film. The previous day she and her sister Ruth made some negatives, and now she was printing them. . . .though it sounds like the process was so time-consuming that the task was not yet completed.

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

Tuesday, August 26, 1913: Ruthie and I commenced on this pictures this afternoon. We made a negative. This evening we went to a party up at Bryson’s. There were so many there and lots that I didn’t know.

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Source: Farm Journal (August, 1913)

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

Wow, Grandma and her sister Ruth apparently developed their own pictures. Grandma brought a camera earlier in the summer and took her first pictures on August 13:

Today we had our S.S. picnic up at the creek. Not all that were invited came, but still I guess we had a good time. I initiated by camera by taking two pictures.

In this era of digital photography—when it’s easy to take and then view hundreds (or thousands) of photos it’s hard to image how much knowledge and skill was required to get a few pictures back then.

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Blanche and Margaret Bryson were friends of Grandma and Ruth. The Bryson’s lived on a farm north of McEwensville. And, I think that Grandma visited Margaret the previous Sunday—on August 24. I wonder if Grandma helped plan the party.

What does “many” mean? How many people were at the party—15? . . .25? . . . 50?

Who was at the party? Any “interesting” guys?

Recent photo of the home where the Bryson family lived a hundred years ago. In my imagination, I picture young men and women playing croquet in the yard, and drinking lemonade on the porch (and maybe flirting just a little bit).