ONLY WHEN I LAUGH by Gladys Workman

ONLY WHEN I LAUGH

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KIRKUS REVIEW

Hazards -- in more than one form -- are the keynote of this transplanting to the Oregon woods (Scottsburg) for the author decides that only there can her husband- Pappy- be brought back to health. With her nephew, Young Norman, they depart from California and alight in practically nothing. An old cabin, wary but not close neighbors, a fling (which became permanent) in daffodil growing, the many-sided seasons in the Umpqua Valley and Grange life are part of their growing into the community (not ever to forget the party line telephone). Further experiences, in ceramics, flood and forest fire, in the local centennial, in forthright friendliness and assorted mishaps and misadventures establish the Workmans as accepted members in good standing. Openhanded in its account, this keeps its fun in balance with its sentiment and underlines the values in a current type of pioneering. Pleasant.

Pub Date: May 21st, 1959
Publisher: Prentice-Hall