Not horsehair sofas and horseless carriages but specifically how life was lived on Gerrard's Island off tire coast of Nova Scotia when herring was steamed in a pot on the beach and apple slices were strung to dry for the winter. There are some thirty pages of descriptive cataloguing, varying in interest, before tire first ongoing incident, the attempt to deliver Bess to the mainland for her annual shoeing. (She'll stay until she can return on the ice, and next year she'll be blindfolded.) Then Great-Grandmother herself goes to tire mainland, to Halifax to attend high school: between plumbing and gas lamps, fire engines and a store-bought dress, it's all ""as new and surprising. . . as a trip into outer space."" A potentially intriguing way of life (that the illustrations don't do much for) but what isn't universally valid isn't personally revolving either. For devotees of any olden time.