THE JUDGE RODE A SORREL HORSE by Robbins Hunter

THE JUDGE RODE A SORREL HORSE

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KIRKUS REVIEW

Another addition to the long roster of childhood reminiscences chronicles the life and times of the author's family in southeastern Ohio. Of his grandparents and his parents; of Cadiz and Newark; of his father's rise from city solicitor, to prosecuting attorney and judge and back into law; from the period of doubt to the period of prosperity in family fortunes; from the candlelight to the gas era; -- an inexhaustible store of memories and of incident and anecdote provide the material for a reliving of the '80's and '90's. When Sunday began on Friday and when life had a leisurely tempo, boys were thrilled with the railroads, there was no standardization of clothes and individualism was cherished, interests were varied and a father had more time for his son. This shows how a boy got acquainted with his father, the things they did together, and the effect on their household of the cases in which his father was involved. It records the homesickness of the boy when he spent a year in a Virginia military school, the new experiences college life offered, his beginnings in law. A reflection of a period of stability, this has little sparkle to relieve its conscientious reporting.

Publisher: Dutton