Yankee Come Home might be a better title for this narrative of retirement in the Green Mountains of Vermont in an old (1820) house. Minnesota born ex-urbanites, the Beers took to these hills, read War and Peace aloud, heard Finlandia in the wind's keening. The book carries the reader along; the earth has turned a year (or is it a decade?) -- there's a local douser who finds water for them; they enjoy the history of their old house, with its hung chimney and sagging sill, and their privacy until the winter months when their lane is jammed with the skiiers from the sidewalks they have escaped.... It's quiet reading, for that quiet time of life, but Kathleen Granger's Hills of Home, reviewed on p. 284, is the sturdier book.