This one’s a comfortable read–written as a memoir by
a boy of six who is deposited with his grandparents in
northern Vermont by his widowed father. The characters
of the grandparents are worth the price of the book!
Their old farm is way up north in Vermont—close enough to the
Canadian border to feel like frontier land. In this rural setting his
grandparents enjoyed “the essential elbowroom not only from
outsiders but from each other as well . . .”
The little boy, Austen, was the go-between as conversations
traveled from one to the other:
“You tell Mr. Kittredge that . . .”
“Well, you can tell Mrs. Kittredge . . .”
It was a prickly relationship, evidently begun from the point of
marriage when “Mr. Kittredge” had to give up his “sashaying ways”
to become a homebody.
There are aunts and uncles and cousins to round out the hilarious
pages, and you won’t forget the first time that Austen goes with
Gram to “Egypt”, nor the first time he goes with Gramp to
“Labrador”. It’s a long lovable story and you’ll wish you could
borrow a couple of the relatives for your very own.
First line: “When I was a boy living on my grandparents’
Kingdom County farm, I sometimes amused myself by looking
through an ancient family Bible in the farmhouse attic.”