Not to be a kvetch, but this pastoral reminiscence lacks the sparkle it obviously had in real life. This is the author's story of how her father came, saw and conquered a little truck farm in New Jersey. Chock full of Jewish idioms and homey detail like the time they used Fulton Street market fish for corn fertilizer or Uncle Ben's abortive attempts at horse-trading, or the time she (Evvie) got sick after downing a forbidden ham sandwich. Then there was the time that Papa decided to rent out lots to slum dwellers (""Shanty Irish, Mops"") from the old neighborhood and aroused the ire of the conservative community. Nu, so what else is new.