THERE’S A TOWN called Marshfield in the state of Vermont. You can also find a Marshfield in Maine, one in Missouri,and one in Wisconsin. I grew up in Marshfield,Massachusetts. The curly part of Massachusetts that sticks out into the ocean is Cape Cod. Marshfield sits on the ocean,just above that curl.
I lived on Acorn Street in a regular house bordered by forest on two sides. Dad owned seven acres of woods in back. Across a dirt driveway we had Ale’s Woods,a forest of pine trees. The pines dropped millions of needles,which gave the forest
“Written with sagacious eloquence and gentle humor, this work stands strong in the ranks of authors’ memoirs and autobiographies.” —School Library Journal
“Boisterously good times . . . For readers who enjoy imagining what it was like to be a kid in days of yore, this has a certain charm.” —Booklist
“Charming . . . Sensitive glimpses of a close-knit, traditional family.” —VOYA
“This scrapbook of family moments is an amusing, charming and heartwarming memoir about a close family—close in terms of both small house space and their feelings for each other. A snapshot of small-world life that will open readers’ eyes to the bonds of a peerless time and simpler lifestyle.” —Kirkus Reviews