Depicts the life of an elderly woman just after the turn of the century, as the narrator muses about grandchildren, the constraints society places on older people, and the approach of infirmity and death
I really enjoyed this book. As a woman not quite elderly yet (especially in today's standards), I enjoyed how she talked about different periods of time in a woman's life, especially as a grandmother (which I am now to four beautiful grandchildren). Sometimes I laughed and sometimes I wanted to cry. It also put into perspective some things my mother (at 83) may be feeling. I was surprised to read in the afterword that it was written in 1911, although I could tell by some of the language that it was an older book, a well-written book!
First published in 1911. If you didn't know that then you would have thought it was written just lately. Everything she wrote is still so true today. Exactly the same. Nothing new under the sun! I am a grandfather myself. I have two adult children. I could so relate to when Mary Heaton Vorse wrote about her own kids. I do spend a lot of time with my 5 yr old grandson and 3 yr old grandaughter. Yes, the grandkids treat me like an equal. Cracks me up!