An affectionate, anecdotal backward glance at a boyhood in Maine, spiced with a good hit of philosophy, of reverence for fundamental tenets of life. From a Quaker home, he writes of Quaker meeting, of the old grocery store and village center, of school days, of companions and outings, of the village ""pillars"". Days of self sufficiency, when the community made all it needed, with its best crop its men and women. Rufus Jones is a name known to all Quakers, all Haverford graduates particularly. A book for older people, for conservative taste.