THE BRANDYWINE
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It is hard to be completely objective in reporting one's impressions of a book about a river (or creek as we called it) which formed so vital a part of childhood as did the Brandywine. Though I had no family tree extending back into its history, I made the most of my years there, from wading and jumping the rocks in the shallows, to paddling the upper stream above Rockland in later years. So -- with all it's wealth of story and biography and history, adroitly interwoven, the chief charm of this River book, lies, for me, in its atmosphere and the intimate personal quality of the ""river"" it depicts.