Written in 1931, this is an interesting novel about the waves of immigrants into the U.S. and how one wave supplants another. In this case, its rural Connecticut, first settled by the English in 1700s and then taken over by the Poles in late 1800s. This romanticized history focuses on one English family and how they try to hold onto their land and keep the tobacco farm going, but with the help, of course, of a Polish immigrant.
Interesting quote: "These Poles lived on cabbage, potatoes, and salt pork. As they flocked into the valley, the village storekeepers were in despair. The Poles raised their own pork, their own potatoes, their own cabbage. Their money went into the land or back to Poland. They made their own harsh wine, brewed their own beer, their cider, hard as iron, came from their own juicy apples. Sometimes a Pole dropped in at the village store to purchase, for a few pennies, a little sack of cheap candies as a treat or his brood of children. That was all."
Those are the people, my mother came from.