Dehorning a Cow

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

Friday, March 8, 1912: I think I came out fairly in General History today. I remembered all of my speech, but as my custom is I never get enough pauses and proper way of speaking in the thing. This time it was too fast. Are going to have them again next Friday. They ought to be pretty well digested by that time.

Mollie was shorn of her horns today. Poor thing, I hope she won’t kick the bucket. But I don’t think she will.

cow.1908.A — Photo source: The Farm Dairy (1908) by H. B. Gurler

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

Mollie was Grandma’s cow. Based on previous diary entries it seems as if each of the Muffly girls owned one the family’s cows.

Mollie had her first calf the previous August, so probably was about 2 1/2 years old when this diary entry was written.

I’m surprised that Mollie’s horns were removed when she was so old. I think that typically horns would either be removed when the cow was younger than this—or the cow would never be dehorned. My gut feeling is that Mollie was acting aggressively toward other cows with her horns—and that as a result ended up being dehorned.

The horns would have been cut off with a tool designed for that purpose. Mollie probably bled quite a bit afterwards—and there would have been the risk of infection.

Dehorning would have been very painful for a few days—though I doubt that there was much chance that the dehorning might actually cause a cow to die (kick the bucket).

The Tennessee Extension Service has a publication that explains how cattle are dehorned. See page 6 for a description of how older cattle are de-horned. I don’t think that the process has changed much in the last hundred years.

Oreo Cookies Are a Hundred Years Old

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

Thursday, March 7, 1912: Unimportant, soon forgotten. That’s all I can think of now.

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

Since Grandma didn’t write very much a hundred years ago today, I’m going to go off on a tangent and get on my soapbox–

Oreo cookies were first made in March 1912. I’ve seen several stories about the anniversary in the press.

New York Times

Reuters

Wow, I never would have guessed that Oreos were a hundred years old. Part of me thinks it’s awesome that this cookie has been around so long—and that Grandma probably enjoyed them as a teen.

However, another part of me is sad that processed foods like Oreos were available a hundred years ago. I want to believe that people ate wholesome, homemade, locally produced foods a hundred years ago—when the reality is that by 1912 the world was rapidly industrializing and “modern” foods were readily available.

Exams, Recitations, and Spring Approaching

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

Wednesday, March 6, 1912: Examinations are slowly approaching the horizon, and they will soon be in sight. We have one next Friday just before the awful recitations.

Recent view of field across the road from the house that Grandma lived in.

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

Grandma had a lot on her plate when she wrote this entry. Her February grades were lower than she’d hoped so she wanted to do better on the upcoming exams—and she was struggling to memorize an “abominable piece of poetry.”

At least spring was approaching– and, maybe the essence of spring in the air compensated a little for all of the school drudgery.

Trying to Memorize an Abominable Poem

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

Tuesday, March 5, 1912: I’m trying to commit that abominable piece of poetry to memory and it’s no easy task either, although it is short in the extreme. I only hope I know it, when the time comes to say it.

A hundred years ago Grandma was sitting inside this house trying to memorize an abominable poem.

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

What could the abominable poem have been? A hundred years ago people memorized recitations, poems, and Bible verses more than they do today.

Grandma generally did not complain about needing to memorize something. For example, one Sunday she memorized 27 Bible verses. This poem must have had some very difficult text (a dialect perhaps??).

The Poem of Quotes website provides information about lots of 18th and 19th century poets and poems. I browsed through it, but am not familiar enough with old poetry to even guess which poem Grandma was trying to memorize.

Old Ad for Smth Brothers’ Cough Drops

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

Monday, March 4, 1912: I have my first cold of the winter now. It seems to have all gone to my throat. We are going to have recitations next Friday, but our teacher instead of having some interesting speeches favors dried up pieces of poetry. Oh it will be stupid from beginning to end.

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

Colds aren’t fun. Maybe Grandma used some cough drops to soothe her throat. Amazingly Smith Brothers’ Cough Drops were available a hundred years—and are still available today.

Rainy Day

Cough at Night

5 cents a box

Never be without a box of S.B. cough drops during the Fall and Winter– during damp, chilly weather when sore throats, coughs and hoarseness are so prevalent. Take a few of these drops on your way home from the heated theatre, dance hall, office, etc. Far better than medicine, more pleasant, too. Good to take before the “forty-winks.” They loosen the phlegm.

Smith Brothers’

S.B. Cough Drops

Containing Only Pure Medicinal Oils–No Glucose

Makers of S.B. Chewing Gum and Lasses Kisses

Smith Brother of Poughkeepsie

Your Grandpa Knows Us

I absolutely love the last line of the ad–“Your Grandpa Knows Us.” Smith Brother cough drops have been around for a long, long time if that’s how they were advertising them in the early 1900s!

Took Little Brother to Sunday School

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

Sunday, March 3, 1912: Went to Sunday School this morning. Took Jimmie along with me. He seems to like going very much, but looked afraid at first.

Carrie was over this afternoon. Ruth and I accompanied by Tweet went over to church this evening. Coming home we got a ride with a young friend of Ruth’s.

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

There are lots of names in this diary entry. In case you don’t have them all straight I’ll recap who everyone was. Ruth was Grandma’s older sister, and Jimmie was her 6-year-old brother. Carrie Stout and Tweet (Helen) Wesner were friends of Grandma and Ruth.

It’s somewhat surprising that Jimmie didn’t typically go to Sunday School. Actually, based upon the diary entries, it seems as if their parents didn’t generally go to church or Sunday school. Grandma probably was attending Sunday School at the McEwensville Baptist Church.

Teachers’ Institute

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

Saturday, March 2, 1912: Well I really think I worked pretty good today. I put things in order and washed up and a lot more that comes under Saturday duties .Ruth was up to Turbotville attending Teachers’ Institute so you see I had to be busy. Tweet is here this evening.

Recent photo of Turbotville Community Hall. The building was once a high school and the Teachers' Institute probably was held here.

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

Grandma’s 20-year-old sister Ruth was a teacher at one of the one-room schoolhouses near McEwensville. Ruth had graduated the previous spring from high school and immediately got a teaching position.

A hundred years ago teachers weren’t required to attend college, though they had to pass tests in various content areas. The Saturday teachers’ institute would have provided training and professional development. And, it would have been a wonderful opportunity for the teachers in scattered isolated schools to gather, compare notes, and provide support for one another.

Tweet refers to Helen Wesner. She was a friend of Grandma and Ruth.