19-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Saturday, March 21, 1914: It doesn’t seem to me that this day is long in coming. Time was, when I wanted it to come, now I don’t. Am afraid it may come some day and find me an old maid.
Source: Wikimedia Commons
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Happy Birthday, Grandma!
Don’t stress. Nineteen is not old, and I can see in my crystal ball that you aren’t going to be an old maid—though you are going to need to wait another 7 years to get married.
Ruth and I went to a party tonight over at our cousin’s. We walked to town and from there the party was conveyed in sleds. Didn’t go very fast as the roads were full of snow. My, but we did have the eats. Bet there were some, who made it hard for their poor tummies. Got home 2:30 a.m.
18-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Thursday, March 19, 1914: Ruth and I went to a party up at town tonight. We played at progressive cards. I was the only one who didn’t progress. My skill was awarded by getting the ‘booby’ prize. It was a chocolate pig with a red ribbon round its neck.
Picture Source: Compartes
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Booby prizes are no fun!
Amazingly, I found an adorable chocolate pig with a red bow on the Compartes website.
Maybe I should have a card party (probably pinochle because that’s the card game that I’m best at)—and give a chocolate pig as the booby prize to the worst player. . . .oh, never mind. . . dumb idea. . . I think whoever got it, would get mad at me.
18-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Wednesday, March 18, 1914: Nothing really worth writing about.
Source: Ladies Home Journal (October, 1914)
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Since Grandma didn’t write much a hundred years ago today, I’ll share an ad for Brenlin Window Shades that was in the October,1914 issue of Ladies Home Journal.
I always hated that kind of shade—and have bad memories of pulling too hard on them, and they would unwind and be difficult to fix—but I guess that they once were the new thing.
18-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Tuesday, March 17, 1914: Throat is about well.
Source: Ladies Home Journal (June, 1914)
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Yeah—only 6 days after her tonsillectomy and Grandma is feeling almost as good as new.
Where was Grandma sitting when she wrote this entry? And, what time of day did she write it? I have a vivid imagination, and like to picture Grandma doing her daily activities, but I’ve never really been able to get a good sense of when and where she typically wrote entries.
Did the write them:
At the kitchen table?
While sitting on a chair or lying on a couch in the living room?
At a desk?
While sitting in bed just before she went to sleep? (I don’t really think that she wrote them in bed, since she shared a bedroom—and probably a double bed –with her sister Ruth during the winter months.)
18-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Monday, March 16, 1914: Nothing much doing.
Building that once housed the McEwensville School.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
You’re probably sick of posts about tonsils and tonsillitis by now, but I have to share just one more amazing thing that I discovered: people back then believed there was a relationship between tonsillitis and poor performance at school.
This is what a book published in 1914 called Adenoids and Kindred Perils of School Life by D.T. Atkinson, M.D. said:
Children with adenoids rest badly at night. They breathe through the mouth and snore heavily. Their physical discomfort causes their sleep to be disturbed by dreams and nightmares and it is not unusual for them to spend the night in tossing about in bed.
They awaken in the morning unrested and remain tired and peevish during the day. At school they are backward, absent-minded and forgetful. There is often an inability to fix the attention, and as a rule they make poor grades in their classes.
Nearly every observant teacher can now pick out these children in the school room, guided only by their general appearance and their lack of application.
18-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Sunday, March 15, 1914: Was so put out this morning. Pa said I wasn’t to go to Sunday School. I was anticipating some of the kind. I stayed at home and took a physic. Boo hoo. Carrie came over to see me.
Advertisement in Grandma’s local newspaper, the Milton Evening Standard (September 15, 1911)
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
What’s wrong? Why do you need a physic (laxative)? This is the second time in less than a week that you’ve taken one. Did you take Cascarets? I read that it could cure a lot of different problems.