18-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Sunday, August 10, 1913: We have decided to have our S.S. picnic next Wed. So many things are coming so close together this month.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Grandma— For so much of the summer you’ve seemed kind of down. It’s fun to see your excitement about the Sunday School picnic and the other things that are coming together (whatever those things may be).
18-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Saturday, August 9, 1913: Nothing doing. Had company today.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Cut flowers are always a nice touch when there’s company.
Gladiolas are in season– maybe Grandma cut a few and put them in a vase . . .
18-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Thursday, August 7, 1913: Ma threatens me with my music and wants me to practice more.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Whew, an 18-year-old and her mother in a battle of wills over practicing the piano feels like a recipe for disaster.
Grandma only began taking lessons in June. Yet this is the second diary entry where she mentions that her mother wanted her to practice more. One July 26 she wrote:
Ma wanted me to keep digging at my music this morning. I don’t like to practice very well.
Grandma was a young adult—and you’d think that she won’t have begun taking lesson unless she was really motivated to learn to play. And, that she would have been responsible to making her own decisions about whether or not to practice.
However, Grandma’s mother bought the piano for her in the Spring (and undoubtedly spent a lot of money on it), so I suppose that she felt like she also had a stake in ensuring that Grandma practiced.
18-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Tuesday, August 5, 1913: What would you write, when you had nothing to write about?
With the cherry stoner the fruit is stoned by the pressure of two steel fingers worked by a handle. The cherries are fed automatically two at a time as long as the hopper is kept filled, and the operation separates the fruit and the stone into different receptacles.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Hmm . . . that’s a dilemma for me sometimes, too. What do I write about, when I have nothing to write about?
Well, sometimes I browse through old magazines and see if I get any ideas . . .
I found a fun article in May, 1913 issue Ladies Home Journal that presented some of the newest canning tools and gadgets. Maybe Grandma spent the day canning fruits or vegetables.
An apple parer, corer and slicer pares, cores and slices the fruit, and then, pushing off the apple is ready to repeat the operation. It can be used to pare without coring and slicing.
18-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Monday, August 4, 1913: Guess I won’t have much to do in the fields now for awhile and I’m not very sorry. One of Ruth’s former teachers was here to see her this morning.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
It’s a nice feeling when the work slows down. Maybe Grandma even had time to sit on the porch and read a novel. The wheat and oats harvest probably just ended—so there was a brief respite before other crops needed to be harvested.
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Why did one of Grandma’s sister Ruth’s former teachers come to visit? Was it a social visit or was it related to Ruth’s job? (Ruth was a teacher at one of the one room school houses in the area.)
18-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Sunday, August 3, 1913: Went to Sunday School this morning. Didn’t go any place this afternoon although I would have liked to.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
Grandma—I bet that you wanted to be part of the action (whatever that was back then). It’s no fun when everyone else is busy and you’re stuck at home with nothing to do.
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I can remember how slow Sunday afternoons sometimes seemed to pass when I was a child. My parents were glad to have a day when they could rest, but I was BORED!!
18-year-old Helena Muffly wrote exactly 100 years ago today:
Friday, August 2, 1913: I don’t remember exactly.
Her middle-aged granddaughter’s comments 100 years later:
It almost sounds like Grandma didn’t write this entry until the following day since she can’t remember what she did on August 2. Since she didn’t write much a hundred years ago today–—I’m going to go back to her diary entry on the 1st.
It was a relatively long entry and included her monthly poem for August:
The month of August with skies serene
Smiles upon this world again.
Let us welcome her with open arms,
For sweet summer cannot always reign.
I also can sense that sweet summer will end too soon. The days are getting shorter. . . and the wind is blowing over the wheat stubble.
A question—Does anyone know the poem that has a line that says something like: When the wind blows over the wheat stubble, Fall can’t be far away.
My father used to always say a poem with those lines on late summer days when there was just a hint of fall in the air. I think that he memorized it when he was in elementary school—but I can’t find it when I search online.
