Little Heathens: Hard Times and High Spirits on an Iowa Farm During the Great Depression

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I tell of a time, a place, and a way of life long gone. For many years I have had the urge to describe that treasure trove, lest it vanish forever. So, partly in response to the basic human instinct to share feelings and experiences, and partly for the sheer joy and excitement of it all, I report on my early life. It was quite a romp.

So begins Mildred Kalish’s story of growing up on her grandparents’ Iowa farm during the depths of the Great Depression. With her father banished ...

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Overview

I tell of a time, a place, and a way of life long gone. For many years I have had the urge to describe that treasure trove, lest it vanish forever. So, partly in response to the basic human instinct to share feelings and experiences, and partly for the sheer joy and excitement of it all, I report on my early life. It was quite a romp.

So begins Mildred Kalish’s story of growing up on her grandparents’ Iowa farm during the depths of the Great Depression. With her father banished from the household for mysterious transgressions, five-year-old Mildred and her family could easily have been overwhelmed by the challenge of simply trying to survive. This, however, is not a tale of suffering.

Kalish counts herself among the lucky of that era. She had caring grandparents who possessed—and valiantly tried to impose—all the pioneer virtues of their forebears, teachers who inspired and befriended her, and a barnyard full of animals ready to be tamed and loved. She and her siblings and their cousins from the farm across the way played as hard as they worked, running barefoot through the fields, as free and wild as they dared.

Filled with recipes and how-tos for everything from catching and skinning a rabbit to preparing homemade skin and hair beautifiers, apple cream pie, and the world’s best head cheese (start by scrubbing the head of the pig until it is pink and clean), Little Heathens portrays a world of hardship and hard work tempered by simple rewards. There was the unsurpassed flavor of tender new dandelion greens harvested as soon as the snow melted; the taste of crystal clear marble-sized balls of honey robbed from a bumblebee nest; the sweet smell from the body of a lamb sleeping on sun-warmed grass; and the magical quality of oat shocking under the light of a full harvest moon.

Little Heathens offers a loving but realistic portrait of a “hearty-handshake Methodist” family that gave its members a remarkable legacy of kinship, kindness, and remembered pleasures. Recounted in a luminous narrative filled with tenderness and humor, Kalish’s memoir of her childhood shows how the right stuff can make even the bleakest of times seem like “quite a romp.”

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"I tell of a time, a place, and a way of life long gone. For many years I have had the urge to describe that treasure trove, lest it vanish forever. So, partly in response to the basic human instinct to share feelings and experiences, and partly for the sheer joy and excitement of it all, I report on my early life. It was quite a romp." In her reminiscences of her hardscrabble childhood during the Great Depression, Mildred Armstrong Kalish never wallows in self-pity. Though the banishment of her father from the home left her family in severely straitened conditions, their large brood functioned as a robust, hospitable commune that weathered storm after storm difficult. This memoir possesses a warm, Little House on the Prairie feel that makes it a fine choice for a family read.
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“This lovely book, so unaffected and so generous, opens the door to a past I knew as a child in Iowa, and I wept with joy and recognition as I read it. It deserves a distinguished place next to Hamlin Garland’s Son of the Middle Border but, with its deep humility, it would also fit, without a single word of protest, next to the Betty Crocker Cookbook.”—Ted Kooser, U. S. poet laureate, 2004-2006

Little Heathens is an enchanting but thoroughly unsentimental look at rural life in the Great Depression.  In clear clean prose we are offered the grit, struggle, and also the joy of hard work on a farm.  I cherish this book for its quite naked honesty and quiet lyricism about a time which makes our current problems nearly childish.  This is a fine book.”—Jim Harrison, author of Legends of the Fall

“Now that cell phones are a way of life, you won’t find a better way to participate in the Good Old Days. Whether you are of farm origins or not, Little Heathens is a bit of history begging to be borrowed. Like a neighborly cup of sugar, it will sweeten your modern-day life.”—MaryJane Butters, author of MaryJane’s Ideabook, Cookbook, Lifebook for the Farmgirl In All Of Us

“Using this book alone, one could reconstruct, with glorious exactness, a lost time and place.  Mildred Kalish has a novelist's eye for detail and a beautiful understanding of what the gestures of daily life mean.  A lovely, wise, transporting memoir.”—Joan Silber, author of Ideas of Heaven: A Ring of Stories

"Not only trustworthy and useful, but also polished by real, rare happiness. It is a very good book, indeed. In fact, it's averyveryverygoodbook."—New York Times Book Review

"Unpretentious yet deeply intelligent ... [Little Heathens] radiates the joy of a vanished way of life.... In prose that never yields to mawkish sentimentality, Kalish details the roles of family, religion, thrift, and education in her upbringing."–Booklist

"Not only trustworthy and useful, but also polished by real, rare happiness. It is a very good book, indeed. In fact, it's averyveryverygoodbook."—Elizabeth Gilbert, The New York Times Book Review

"Little Heathens made me ache for my own Depression-era Grandma, with her hand-cranked clothes wringer and her North Dakotan speech tut-tutting.... This is a book to awaken your family's own half-remembered stories - or better, to send you back to your elders to scour up your own.”—Cleveland Plain Dealer

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553384246
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 4/29/2008
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 211,328
  • Product dimensions: 5.37 (w) x 8.25 (h) x 0.56 (d)

Meet the Author

Mildred Kalish is a retired professor of English who grew up in Garrison, Iowa, and taught at several colleges, including the University of Iowa, Adelphi University, and Suffolk Community College. She now lives with her husband in northern California.

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Chapter One

Foreground

My childhood came to a virtual halt when I was around five years old. That was when my grandfather banished my father from our lives forever for some transgression that was not to be disclosed to us children, though we overheard whispered references to bankruptcy, bootlegging, and jail time. His name was never again spoken in our presence; he just abruptly disappeared from our lives. The shame and disgrace that enveloped our family as a result of these events, along with the ensuing divorce, just about destroyed my mother. Is it possible today to make anyone understand the harsh judgment of such failures in the late 1920's? Throughout my entire life, whenever I was asked about my father, I always said that he was dead. When he actually died I never knew.
So it was that Grandma and Grandpa chose to make our family of five—Mama, my ten-year-old brother Jack, my eight-year-old brother John, my one-year-old sister Avis, and me—their responsibility. They decided to settle us on the smallest of Grandpa's four farms, which was located about three miles from the village of Garrison, where they had retired after a lifetime of farming. However, because the fierce blizzards and subzero temperatures of Iowa winters made it hazardous to walk to the  one-room rural school we would be attending, it had been arranged that we would live with Grandma and Grandpa in Garrison and attend school there from January until the school year ended in mid-May. At that time our family would move out to the farm. Each year from then on, we went to school in the country from September until Christmas, then moved back to Garrison and finished the school year in town.

Our new life began when we arrived at Grandma and Grandpa's on a cold winter day in February. The house we moved into that day was a large, substantial structure. It was located about seven miles from Vinton, the seat of Benton County. Grandpa was born, raised, married, and buried all within an eight-mile radius of Garrison and Yankee Grove, the wooded area where his parents had settled as pioneers.

Though the house we shared boasted eight large rooms, suggesting that we had lots of space and privacy, in fact, all seven of us spent most of our waking hours confined to the living room and the kitchen because they were the only rooms that were heated. The frigid upstairs bedrooms were rarely used except for sleeping. The conditions under which we lived were a perfect demonstration of the wisdom of Kahlil Gibran's observation: "Let there be spaces in your togetherness."

Grandpa and Grandma must have had some unspoken, perhaps even unrecognized, resentment at having toiled all their lives raising their own family, only to be confronted with the inescapable fact that now, retired at last, they had to do the whole thing all over again and raise their daughter's "spawn," as Grandma often referred to us. And all of this was happening at the worst possible time, during the Depression.

All three generations suffered. We kids were under the constant surveillance of Grandma and Grandpa, who were critical of how we spent our days, how we spoke and dressed, and how we behaved. (In a good many ways, they never quite made it into the twentieth century.) Suddenly we were subjected to a completely new set of rules, which governed every aspect of our lives. The whole family had to go to bed at a set time every night and get up at a set time every morning. We all had to be fully dressed for the day before we ate breakfast. We all had to sit down at a properly set table three times a day, and we all had to eat what was served on that table. Generally Grandpa would choose the menu for breakfast because he was the first one up. If he decided he wanted oatmeal, then everyone ate oatmeal; if he decided he wanted pancakes, then everyone ate pancakes; whether he selected sorghum, honey, or molasses as the sweetener, all were required to accept his choice. We were allowed no say in the matter.

In addition, to reinforce the principle of "Waste not, want not," we were required to eat everything on our plates. If we didn't, the food was set aside and served to us at the next meal. Generally, unless it was a Saturday and we had cousins visiting, there was no eating between meals.

Through this regimentation, the austere habits that Grandma and Grandpa had adopted and lived by for decades were imposed on us with a vengeance. And we often resented their severity. To be fair, I must note that it was those habits that made it possible for them to acquire four debt-free farms by the time we came to live with them. Now, there's an achievement not to be overlooked.

Nonetheless, Grandma and Grandpa were what the locals called "land-poor"—people who owned a lot of land but had very little money. And even what little they had they tried to save. The only things they spent money on were tea, coffee, sugar, salt, white flour, cloth, and kerosene.

Years later I came to understand that there was a good reason for them to want to save money. They needed it to pay the taxes on their farms, three of which they had rented out to the families of their daughters. Due to the deepening Depression, they could never be sure if the rent would actually be paid. If the rent did not come in, there would be no money to pay the taxes and the farms would be lost. We children sensed, but could not really understand, the awful threat of that disastrous economy. I had to grow to adulthood before I could even begin to comprehend the impact of what was happening in those days—the disappearance of money and jobs, the loss of machinery and farms, the bank failures that took people's entire savings.

Though we didn't understand them, we children were seldom protected from the harsh realities of the period, and we certainly sensed that something terrible was happening. Indelibly stamped in my memory is the scene in my Aunt Hazel and Uncle Ernest's farm kitchen one wintry March morning when I was perhaps six years old. There I entered to find all the stalwart adults of my world—Grandma, Grandpa, Mama, my aunt and uncle—still and wordless as statues. It was clear that they had been crying. I had never seen adults cry. I didn't know they could cry. I was struck mute with a fear that grabbed me right in the guts. Though I was given no explanation at the time, in the days that followed I overheard enough to realize that Grandpa's brother and sister had each lost their farm, all of their machinery and all of their livestock, for reasons that were unfathomable to me. What can a child know of vast economic forces operating on a global level? I was stunned and afraid.

Grandma and Grandpa's lives were changed forever by the plunging economy. It has taken me a lifetime to realize that the Depression and its consequent tragedies were nearly as incomprehensible to the adults as they were to us children. Since they could not understand what was happening in the world, how could they explain the situation to us? Suddenly, unexpectedly, a family of five was now the responsibility of two old people who had thought they were heading into a comfortable, if frugal, retirement. They must have been scared to death.

In Garrison, then, we children were required to adhere to the rigid routines set down for us by Grandma and Grandpa. But our lives changed radically when the school year ended around mid-May, for that was when we left Garrison for the country. The move to the country provided our little family with a welcome separation from our grandparents, and them with a no doubt equally welcome respite from us.

The farm we lived on was directly across the road from the farm where Mama's sister, Aunt Hazel, her husband, Uncle Ernest, and their three sons lived. Unusual in Iowa, this proximity meant that there was much sharing and interaction between the two families. Feeling equally at home at both places, we cousins shared pets, leisure time, food, and chores. Indeed, the two properties were treated as one cooperative, if complicated, venture, though we maintained strictly separate households for eating, sleeping, and gardening. Each farm had its advantages. Aunt Hazel and Uncle Ernest's farm was equipped with all the necessary implements, the buildings were properly maintained, and the livestock were well housed in winter and in summer; but it had insufficient pastureland. Our place was older, and the house, the sheep shed, and the chicken houses were the only buildings habitable the year round. The ancient, though picturesque, barn had been allowed to fall into a state of disrepair, and provided proper shelter for horses, calves, chickens, ducks, and geese only during the mild months of summer and fall. However, the permanent and best pastures were on our side of the road.

Grandma and Grandpa visited the farms frequently in their very noisy Buick bringing food, household necessities, and goodies. On these visits they would stay the day, lending a hand wherever help was needed, and then return to their home in the evening. They did this for all four of their daughters and their families.

It is no exaggeration to say that Grandpa and Grandma were about as compatible as two people could possibly be. They seldom argued; they went everywhere and did everything together. However, there was one event—involving a gun—that must be chronicled, an event that was revived, relived, and recounted repeatedly during the time our family lived with them. It happened when they were young parents and lived on the farm that later came to be occupied by Aunt Hazel and Uncle Ernest. In those days guns were a part of farm life. Women as well as men learned to shoot. Every family owned at least three guns: a .22 rifle, and ten- and twelve-gauge shotguns. From early childhood we were taught to respect and care for guns. "The most dangerous gun," we were cautioned, "is the one that isn't loaded." That expression was drilled into us for reasons you will soon understand. One winter day Grandpa was in the kitchen cleaning his guns and Grandma was upstairs making beds. Grandpa accidentally discharged his "unloaded" gun. Grandma started screaming. Grandpa ran from the kitchen and started running up the steep stairs just as Grandma started to run down. They slammed into each other on the landing at the right-angled turn of the stairs, connecting with such force that they knocked each other to the floor, whereupon, in their panic, they began to shout at each other. No matter how many times they told the story, they still couldn't get over the fact that they had erupted in such outbursts.

"Why did you yell?" Grandpa would ask Grandma at the conclusion of yet another retelling of the event.

"I yelled because I thought you had shot yourself. Why did you yell?"

"I yelled because I thought that I had shot you!"

They rehearsed this frightening event so often and vividly that I sometimes believed I was there to witness the incident. They were never able to get beyond their fright for each other's well-being, nor were they ever able to see the burlesque humor in this event, which so entertained us grandchildren. Though there was a real possibility that the shot could have penetrated the ceiling and entered the bedroom, it turned out that it had lodged itself harmlessly in the doorsill between the kitchen and the living room. Curiously, Grandpa, who was so meticulous about everything, never repaired that doorsill.

Our move to the farm when school let out meant that the rigidly ordered lives dictated by our grandparents were now governed by an entirely different set of expectations: our mother's. Even though we had many more chores and responsibilities such as taking care of the livestock, preparing meals, and planting and tending gardens, we actually felt freer on the farm than in Garrison. In important ways our lives were more our own, and Mama often addressed and treated us as if we were adults—if only because she needed us to be.

We four children were almost too much for our mother. To a surprising extent, she simply let us go our own ways. She didn't mind when we went to bed or rose in the morning, if it was not a school day. She didn't care what, when, or if we ate. She didn't object if, in my nightgown, I trotted out to the henhouse to gather a couple of eggs and then, still in my nightgown, cooked a fried egg breakfast and ate it sitting outside on the sunny cellar door with my favorite cat. She ignored the niceties of setting places at mealtimes. Instead, she simply placed the food and utensils in the middle of the table and let us serve ourselves.

Mama almost never made an attempt to serve a balanced meal. If she had just taken bread from the oven around the middle of the day, our noon meal would consist of freshly made bread, homemade butter, whole plum jam, and a huge pitcher of milk. If, in the garden, she noticed that the sweet corn was ready, we had nothing but buttered sweet corn for supper. Further, she didn't insist that we all eat at the table or that we all eat at the same time.

Of course, she did insist that we all do our assigned chores. Since it was obvious even to us children that it was necessary to meet our obligations to make the family operate, we seldom failed to do so, but we were allowed to create our own routines for our workdays—as did our mother, who had some very odd ideas about such matters. She marched to a different drummer, so to speak. Her priorities did not match those of most sensible people. One day she might iron or bake, even though the temperature had reached 95 degrees, on the grounds that she could not be made more uncomfortable than she already was. Yet the next day she might rise at dawn to start weeding in the garden because she liked the cool of the morning.

The real surprise is that Mama was an indifferent homemaker. She could make great soup and bake superb cakes and pies, but she could never cook meat nor fry potatoes to anyone's liking. She would either overcook or undercook, oversalt a dish or forget the salt altogether. At my brothers' urging I gradually began taking over the everyday cooking for the family when I was not much more than eight years old. I apparently inherited a natural affinity for cooking from Grandma and, rather than feeling burdened by the responsibility, I felt honored. Throughout my life, my culinary skills have been a significant asset.

With the wisdom of advancing age, I have lately come to believe that Mama acted as she did because she was crushed by the stigma of her broken home and overwhelmed by the never-ending burden of tending to and raising four active children. She coped the best she could, and certainly she had many gifts and talents. She loved being out-of-doors and could work for hours husking corn, shocking oats, and gardening. She had a remarkable rapport with animals, especially Grandpa's favorite, the horse. And she could play the piano and sing.

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Transporting us to an era that was by turns rich with simple pleasures and rife with bitter hardships, Little Heathens captures the unique world of Midwestern farm families during the 1930s. Unfolding in a series of personal, detailed recollections in a voice that is as frank as your best friend’s and as nostalgic as your grandmother’s, Mildred Armstrong Kalish’s memoir brims with special reminiscences of a lost way of life. From the succulent joy of savoring home-grown crops to the fearsome winters that left ice formations inside her bedroom window, Mildred pays tribute to remarkable Americans who, without electricity, indoor plumbing, or modern medicine, found much to celebrate despite severe deprivations. Mildred supplies more than just a feast of hearty stories for your book group to enjoy; whip up a few of her delicious homespun recipes to complete this marvelous journey.

The questions and discussion topics that follow are intended to enhance your reading of Mildred Armstrong Kalish’s Little Heathens. We hope they will enrich your experience of this inspiring memoir.

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  • Posted June 20, 2009

    The book was good enough, but doesn't deserve Top 10 for the year

    I was excited to read this because I saw it was on the NYT's Top Ten Books of the Year list. But the book didn't live up to the hype! I would use the words "quaint" or "dear" to describe it. I felt like I was listening to my grandmother tell a story that seemed interesting at first, but then repeated itself and ran on a little too long.
    It was a book club read, so I did a little research. It turns out this was exactly what I described-- stories she had written down for her grandchildren, just to preserve the memories. Turns out a friend of a friend was a publisher and offered to publish the book and ended up being a much bigger deal than she ever intended.
    Finally, I have to say that this was billed as such a good exploration of life in the Depression. The story, to me, did not have as much of the hard times that I would have expected from a farm in the middle of the Great Depression. The author's family seemed to do pretty well, eat pretty well, and not face as many of the challenges that I expected. Made the book a little less enlightening to me.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 12, 2009

    View into the past

    Mildred Kalish is a wonderful storyteller. She includes just the right details, snippets of conversation and description to make the characters come alive. Even though she writes about her family, she makes reader feel part of her Iowa clan. I would rank it right up there with Ralph Moody's Little Britches, or even Laura Ingalls Wilder's reminiscences.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 23, 2009

    GREAT READ FOR THOSE WHO GREW UP IN THE MIDWEST

    This book was so good and brought back so many memories that I sent copies to each of my sisters,

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 4, 2009

    A Fond Recollection of Growing Up in an Almost Vanished World

    I'm sure this book has received many favorable comments and I agree that it is a very good book. For me it was a "lunch-time" book, read in 10 to 12 page doses over lunch at my desk. My older relatives would have easily related with many of the stories. The only things new I would add are 1) that there might have been a few too many recipies; still they show the amazing recall of detail that makes the book a standout; and 2) there were a few places such as the discussions about profanity that might have not really been necessary. But all in all it was a delightful book and those lunches were enjoyable breaks during busy and stressful days.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 14, 2008

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    Charming!

    This book is hard to explain - it's about a simple life during the depression, but somehow I couldn't put it down. The stories about Ms. Kalish's family are funny, touching and an easy way to learn some history.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 17, 2008

    A great book!

    Should be required reading for high school students. Could not put it down.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 28, 2008

    Wonderful

    I loved this book. It made me feel like I could write the story of my own growing-up years and someone would actually want to read it. I've already tried the recipe for 'porcupines' and bought a copy for my mother!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 7, 2007

    A Treasure Trove of Memories!

    Little Heathens consists of the memories of the early life of Mildred, who as a young girl during the Great Depression lived along with her siblings and mother on a farm in rural Iowa with her strict but loving grandparents. And what a colorful life it was! My grandmother recently passed away and hearing these stories reminded me of the stories she used to tell me of her childhood during this time. I now know how very important it is to keep a record of one's memories. It gentley seals the people you love in time. It is our legacy, our history. The events in this book, the recipes, the words of wisdom are all priceless. Mildred pulls us into the 1930's with her and weaves a magical journey of self-discovery while teaching us the values of family and self-reliance. A facsinating and unforgettable read.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Mildred Armstrong Kalish provides a deep look back to growing up on a farm in Iowa during the Depression. Ms. Kalish¿s family of seven lived a frugal lifestyle in which three generations resided in the home with the only missing person being her exiled father although why she was not sure. Her cousins lived on nearby farms so the extended family was nearby to help if needed. ---- The key to this superb discerning memoir is Ms. Kalish avoids acrimony and sugared (except when grandpa bought some) nostalgia to provide a vivid picture of a bygone era in which an extended family was there to raise the children with positive values. Life on the farm during harsh economic conditions was fun to a preadolescent Mildred although some chores were simply work. With black and white pictures to enhance the era and ¿farm food¿ recipes that were not microwave, LITTLE HEATHENS is a well written winner providing a powerful look at the 1930s in the Midwest. Ms. Kalish showcases how different life was back then from today when for instance the three Klausner brothers live in Georgia, New Jersey and Texas respectively and outhouses is a Three Stooges¿ joke. ---- Harriet Klausner

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 14, 2013

    I love it!!!!

    WONDERFUL BOOK!!!! I'm still reading it but I cannot put it down!!!!

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  • Posted October 12, 2011

    I love reading Little Heathens.

    I had borrowed it from the library. After reading a few chapters, I knew that I had to own the book. I ordered an extra one for a gift. I want my children to read it when they are older.

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  • Posted September 13, 2011

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    True Americana

    This book honours a time, place and way of life that unfortunately is lost to most of us today. This book is a joy to read, allowing one to live vicariously the happy childhood that Ms. Kalish so joyously shares.

    Family is the central focal point. It is, in fact the importance of family ties that drive the entire book. Each story stresses the bonds that hold family together through the thick and inevitable thin of farm life and the Great Depression.

    It was the love and commitment of family that made each experience, each memory so ingrained and important to Mildred, as a child and sustained her throughout her life.

    It is both a pleasure and a privilege to read this book. While not an easy life given the hardship of the times, it was a beautiful life. That Ms. Kalish immortalizes this time and life makes it all the more special. The way of life, the innocence and true simple pleasures may be gone. But thanks to Mildred Armstrong Kalish they will remain in hearts and minds. The spirit remains in this beautiful memoir.

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  • Posted August 8, 2011

    This came at a great time.

    I started thhis book the day after I came back from my grandma's funeral . She was 102 and had been a Minnesota farm girl and farm wiife . She was salt of the earth type ......just like the grandprentxs in this wonderful book. I have read probably thousands of books and i sincerely say this was one of the very best !!!!! July 2011.

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  • Posted July 5, 2011

    Entertaining and educational

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  • Posted May 14, 2010

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    Little Heathens is a stroll down One Memory Lane

    Kalish writes a memoir about growing up in the depression on her grandparents midwestern farm. It is a story that is told in a rather off-handed manner, showing little heartfelt emotion. She tells us the whys and wherefores of old country sayings and shares recipes and remedies that some of us older readers recall our grandparents and parents speaking of. There were some funny incidents mentioned and the stories I liked best included small personal details of her extended family (aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins) but there is little warmth. It is written like a newspaper column harkening back to yesteryear. Kalish and her mother, by her own recounting, were the family trailblazers (and that is interesting) but there is little else to recommend about this book except to those who lived through the depression years and feel nostalgia for the old days.

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  • Posted May 12, 2010

    Little Heathens is wonderfully nostalgic recounting of memories of growing up during Great Depression in an Iowa farming community.

    I grew up in the same community hearing stories of our families experiences before and during the Great Depression. The names and places mentioned in her book are the same I grew up hearing and seeing. I thoroughly enjoyed reading about the author's experiences and share the nostalgia she feels. Reading this book felt like sitting in the kitchen hearing stories and anecdotes told by my parents and grandparents.

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  • Posted March 4, 2010

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    Little Heathens Is a Happy Book

    Little Heathens is a good book. I loved the chapters on Oral influnces and literary influences. I read the Bobbsey Twins series of books too. The bit about women's "swear" words and men's swear words is funny. I also liked the fact that there was a buttery in the 1930s. The outhouse chapter is laugh out loud funny. I made the applesauce cake and porcupines from the farm food chapter. Both turned out yummy. I didn't know how important apples were in Iowa. Little Heathens is a charming book. It is Little House on the Prairie meets the Depression. I recommend this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 20, 2009

    Great Read!!!

    I'm going to read this book again as soon as my friend is done reading it. I loved this book!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 6, 2009

    One of worst memoirs ever . . . quite disappointing

    Living in Iowa, I thought I could really relate to this memoir and would rather enjoy it! Boy, was I wrong! It was highly disappointing, and one of the worst memoirs I have ever read. I am a big fan of the memoir genre, so perhaps that was the problem; I have already read so many that were actually good in comparison. Sigh. The main problem, was that it didn't have any real emotion in it. Ever. Just (mostly boring) stories. And it was from the point of view of the woman as-is in her 80's, a crotchety old gal. Maybe she would have done better if she could have written it from the point of view of her younger self? Hmmm . . . maybe not.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 3, 2008

    Enthralling

    I loved this book. I am going to get several for family and friends as gifts. I know it will be appreciated. Speaks to several generations. I can see my grandmother, mother and even my own experiences in the writings of this author's memories.

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