I have never done a book review here on the blog, but this is not a review. It is a glowing recommendation. I found this memoir browsing the public library shelves. This was a truly wonderful book. It is a woman’s account of 2 depression era years she spent trying to save her family’s orchard after her father dies and the rest of the family pushes to sell the house and land. Here is a nice review of the book:
If you are still reading this, you must be at least a little interested in the book. I love agricultural memoirs, but this one was special. It is very well written. I found it especially gripping to read of all she went through physically and mentally. Farm work is hard, hard work. What this woman went through in regards to physical labor and mental stress is remarkable, but the fact that she did it all in a male controlled agrarian culture and during the worst financial crisis our country has ever known, makes it exceptional.
I have been known to kick and curse at a tiller I can’t get going or stomp up to the house because I need help but don’t want to need it. I have pondered whether I would be able to live here without my husband, and I think the answer is no. There is too much for me alone unless I had a lot of money to throw at hiring muscle—and this is not a commercial farm, just enough for us and some for the restaurant. Guess I will keep my man around. He comes in handy.
I will be forever in awe of Adele Crockett Robertson.