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The author writes from her family home (which can be found online and is listed in the Historic Register), about things that happened in her adult life, but she wanders back to her growing-up years as well. And while she's described in her biographies online as uneducated, you'd never imagine that word being used to critique her writing. Apparently her father taught her at home (you call that uneducated?) and then she learned an incredible amount in her travels with her husband. So, her words just sparkle. Loved it.
Not sure if it's readily available in libraries (this was written in the forties, so some would have already weeded it out in favor of modern novels), but I nabbed this copy from a neighbor whose house I'm watching while she's out of town. This might be a garage sale find---don't know. Will have to return it to her bedside table before she gets back. ;)