This book really opened my eyes to good ol' country self reliance. Although it is what you expect a memoir to sound like from a male elder. There's a lot of sentences like, "if you have never ___ than you have missed out on one of the most satisfying feelings in life" and "we didn't know the meaning of the word convenience". I was impressed by some of the things he did for fun, like building a log cabins with his friends, with their own bare hands! When he woke up on cold winter mornings, he had to psyche himself to put his feet down on the snow that had fallen through the cracks in his roof, I grouse about getting out of bed when my heater is set at 59! The community really helped each other out. That is what I think I liked the most about this book, the strong community. My grandfather grew up around the same time the Roy did, he remembered the farm chores and the unheated house and the one room schoolhouse. I feel like I know Grampa a bit better after reading this. I will take away from this book the fact that I can always find ways to be more self reliant.
This book is a biography of the author's childhood growing up on a farm in the early 1900's. I was thoroughly reminded of my own Grandparents and their farm in Southern Indiana. I was amazed that even though the story is set 40 years before I was born, how much was still the same on my Grandparent's farm--except that my Grandparents did own a tractor.
Although not particularly well written (the author repeats himself many times), I found things book a delightful look at the past!
Arkansas man reminisces about the "country" life of his youth. The "good ole days" just possibly were good. Neighbors were neighborly and folks worked in good honest labor to feed their families and believed that through God all things are possible.