The trouble began in 1914, when Papa Abbott got voted out as Clerk of Court in Dahlonega, North Georgia. With his wife and four daughters--the youngest being the narrator--Papa scratched out a poor but proud living on his rocky home turf. Then snaky relatives tricked him off the family farm and down to ""get rich"" on cotton south of Atlanta. By 1923, the Abbotts had known the shame of being sharecroppers to ""white trash"" and had four more children to boot, so they went back home to their mountains and rocks. Readers insatiable for down-home nostalgia (greased-pig races, the big 'flu epidemic, getting saved at ""protracted meeting"") might be able to sit through this virtual string of anecdotes, but the book is downright feeble as a novel and flyweight even as a reminiscence.