Dear Polly, Have you read Harold’s Country Boy book? It’s a humdinger! Sure brings back the memories—the farm, the boys, Helen and Roy and those kids. Talk about mischief, swiping the carrots and then taking the tie-down rope for a swing. Never saw Oscar so mad as when the load came off. Course he couldn’t wallop ‘im with Helen right there. Then that thing with the dog, blood all over, near scared us to death. And that old sow gonna eat him. Never been so frightened as when the burglar took off with him. I thought he’d do something terrible to the boy. I tell you, Polly, the little scamp kept me up nights wondering what he was a gonna get into next. Made me feel right at home again. Bye for now, GRAN’MA
Be sure to read Harold’s “California Country Boy” You hear me?
6×9 • 188 pages • $13.46
I was born and raised in California. My early years were spent on a farm, then small towns or country, and then on a ranch. Family association was mostly country as I am sixth generation Californian, and before the war I was related to nearly everyone in the central coastal area. My early life was pretty exciting.