GO TIME ON MY HANDS

An amiable but shapelessly non-selective recall of eighty years of life which have reached ""from the days when old Mr. Wicklund used to drive his ox team past the homestead to the day that John Glenn rocketed three times around the world in the space of a forenoon"". Thus Grace Snyder describes her own progress from a girlhood spent in Guster County Nebraska, with life in a soddy, and the challenges of prairie farm existence -- she hunted turkey eggs for her mother or sowed the field for her father and herded cattle--on to schoolmarming and marriage to a cowboy; her own round of birthing and making-do; and later life as a grandmother with ""no time on her hands"". The detail of rural life in the late nineteenth century and early twentieth has value itself; perhaps for the reader of friendly persuasion this will in part make up for the lack of any artistic coloring. A regional market, at best.