
I found his focus on the family and its relation to the community fascinating, and the two chapters “Butter” and “Brick” in part seven “Enough and a Little Bit More,” reminded me of summers in my childhood spent with my grandparents. Strangely, these chapters focus on two jobs which were similar to the jobs my grandparents had—working in a creamery and carpentry. I remember the stories my grandparents would tell me about these jobs and the hard times they had earlier in their lives; when I read these two chapters, the language the people telling the stories used was familiar to me. I appreciate Glassie allowing the language of the storytellers to be delivered in their own words.
My grandparents lived in a very small town where everyone knew everyone else, and there was a strong sense of community. Glassie’s statement, “In the worst of times, they took fish from its water and they were enough. In better times, the land provided ‘enough and a little bit more’” (528) describes perfectly the feeling one had when walking around this little town. I remember going around to various neighbors’ homes with my grandmother to deliver food or simply to check and make sure they were all right. As Glassie writes, “This flow of gifts carries us to life's sacred foundations where neighborliness is an obligation, generosity is a holy act, where nothing is wholly owned” (528). At the time, I remember thinking how odd this neighborliness was because in Tucson, where I grew up, I never really knew many of my neighbors or had a close sense of community. Looking back, I realize what a rare experience I had during the summers visiting my grandparents. My grandparents worked hard all of their lives, and they always had enough, and they made sure that there ‘little bit more’ helped the community they lived in. Kristin
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