Ruth climbed up the running board and scooted down the front seat of the new Tin Lizzie. Her father said to not be afraid when he cranked up the motor. Do be careful, said Mama. You know many men have broken their arms or sprained their wrists cranking. I'll be careful. Just sit tight and don't scream or jump out. Ruth was on her way to live in the mountains of East Tennessee. As she grew up on a farm in the shelter of Walden's Ridge, she encountered dangers as diverse as harrows and hornets, screaming locomotives and car thieves. She drew water from a well and bathed in a washtub. She marveled at the majesty of the Harvey Hannah mansion and the variety of goods for sale in Sienknechts General Store. She found that helping somebody else was also like planting - sharing love or encouragement could grow as joy seeds in somebody's heart. This book pictures mountain life of 1927-1930, simple, yet often painful. There were no conveniences such as electricity, running water, telephones, or good roads. Horses were still used for work and transportation, but Fords were fast replacing them.aI wish I coulda#39;ve been there to see those lepers get healed. Jesus must ... Mama carried it inside and set the bucket on the washstand. Then they ... her bucket. She took the egg basket and first checked the row of nest boxes in the barn shed.
|Author||:||Ruth Risetter Watson, Martha Raleigh Winsten|
|Publisher||:||TEACH Services, Inc. - 2008|