Even though this book has been on my to-read list for a year, I didn't realize The Bumpy Road is a memoir, rather than a novel. The short chapters are easy to get through, but the prose isn't great. What I enjoyed most about the book was that it invoked memories of growing up on a small farm in the 1960s, where we still used an old metal hay rake, used pitchforks to toss piles of hay, and stomped loose hay on the back of an open hay wagon. Life on our small farm was more similar to Veit's during the Depression than to life even in the 1990s, and I found myself nodding my head as Veit described the way he spent leisure hours, family time, and social activities. I enjoyed the memories.