A luminous novel that follows three generations of Marstons. The sweep and depth of Chase's writing is a marvel.
And I was also caught up in the Gardiner piece of the story since Marstons still populate the area.
To build a family of character, to travel and yet find a rooted home, to endure and to welcome everyone to your hearth including those not of your "class" or formal education level - all good reason to read this 1941 novel that still speaks to those living with AppleX phones and Siri calendars.
Chase knew how to picture and capture the land and people she loved.
Granddaughter Anna at 46:
I'd like to liver forever, just as I am now...Not young like Rod and Julie. Heavens, no! Not facing all the bewilderment and suffering and confusion they're bound to fact, but going on with these things, having them already a part of me, suffering, perhaps, but not stunned anymore, waiting, working for a new world.
There have probably been other generations with the gifts of my own...but I don't know of them. The women of my generation - what we've had handed out to us! An old world and a new! An old world of horses and country schools, kerosene lamps and even a relative orthodoxy, stability, peace, complacency, Browing, God's in His heaven! Then the catapulting into a new world, with humour enough to keep one's head, curiosity enough not to get bitter, excitement enough not to go yearning after the past. And now this grim descent into an older past of blood and tears, greed and cruelty, forged with new weapons. Young people not knowing where they are in their minds, brought up on sentimental unrealities on the one hand, and, on the other, with too much of Mammon, needing understanding, faith.