Stayed Out Late for Play Practice

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

Tuesday, March 25, 1913: Didn’t get home from practice till about half past eleven. So you see I didn’t get my lessons out either.

Grandma was about 2/3s of the way home from McEwensville when she passed this house.

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

Whew—11:30 was late to be out on a school night.

Grandma played the role of Chloe, the servant, in the upcoming class play. The play was less than two weeks away. I suppose that the cast still had a lot to do to prepare for the performance on April 5.

I think that Grandma often walked the mile and a half home after play practice. But, since it went so late, hopefully someone gave her a ride home in a buggy.

Picture of Women Churning Butter on Hundred-Year-Old Magazine Cover

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

Monday, March 24, 1913: These days are rather dull.

Source: Kimball's Dairy Farmer Magazine (March 1, 1913) — Source: Kimball’s Dairy Farmer Magazine (March 1, 1913)

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

What did Grandma do on dull days? . . . Did she ever help her mother churn butter?

1913 Easter Sunday

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

Sunday, March 23, 1913: Easter Sunday. Quite a few joined the church this afternoon. I would have like to but decided otherwise. The Bunny didn’t bring me any eggs. Rufus got three and Jimmie got two.

Old-fashioned Easter eggs dyed using onion skins

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

Lots of “whys” today . . . .

1. Why did Grandma decide not to join the church? She occasionally mentioned catechism classes that must have been preparing her to join the .old McEwensville Baptist Church. I’d think that she would automatically join when she completed the classes, but I don’t know much about what joining a Baptist church entailed.

2. Why didn’t Grandma get any Easter eggs? Grandma’s little brother Jimmie was just 7-years-old; but her sister Ruth was 21. It doesn’t make sense that the Easter bunny skipped the child in the middle.

You might enjoy this previous post on dying eggs with onion skins:

Coloring Easter Eggs with Onion Skins

Getting Old

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

Friday, March 21, 1913: Seems rather queer to be eighteen. I realize I am getting old. Am tugging away at my old essay. It is almost finished.

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

You might feel old but, you’re still young!

I almost feel like I’ve been growing up with you over the past several years. You were just 15 when you began the diary—and this is the third birthday we’ve celebrated together via this blog.

Happy Birthday, Grandma!!

What Does “Got It Put on Me” Mean?

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

Wednesday, March 19, 1913: Got it put on me tonight. Nothing serious though. Think I’ll soon recover.

Recent photo of the house that Grandma lived in when she was writing the diary.

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

Hmm. . . I’m not sure what this means. Did someone tease Grandma? . . .pull a joke on her?. . .hit her? . . . ????

Went to Two Parties in Two Days

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

Tuesday, March 18, 1913: Carrie came home from the party this morning. I had a very nice time. Went to another party tonight. Think this will be about enough for this week. Didn’t have quite as good a time tonight as I had last night.

Were the parties at one of these homes in McEwensville?

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

It sounds like Grandma was having fun–even if the party wasn’t as good as the one the day before. The previous day, Grandma wrote that she and her sister Ruth had gone to a party in McEwensville.

Carrie Stout was a friend. I’m not quite sure what it means that Carrie came home “this morning”. Did Carrie stay at the party until after midnight? . . . or did she stay all night at the host’s home?

Two weeknight parties in one week seems like plenty to me.

I think that this entry and the one from the previous day are the first diary entries where Grandma wrote about going to a party on a weeknight.

For much of the diary, it seemed like Grandma attended very few parties—and sometimes months passed with any mention of a party. I’m glad her social life was improving (but I hope her school work didn’t suffer).

Onion Snow

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

Monday, March 17, 1913: The green was in evidence today. Got caught in a blizzard this morning going to school but it didn’t last very long.

Ruth and I went to a party this evening up at McEwensville. It was going to be a surprise party, but it didn’t quite turn out that way.

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

It sounds like they had an “onion snow.” We used to always try to plant our onions by mid-March; and, we’d say that there’d be one more snow storm—the onion snow— after the onions were planted.

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What was the party?. . . a St.Patrick’s Day party? . . . a birthday party?. . and why didn’t it end up being a surprise party?

HAPPY ST. PATRICK’S DAY!