In honor of a day spent walking through a historical village, I choose this book for tonight’s review.
I owned Ox-Cart Man as a child, but apparently got rid of it at some point — a decision I now regret; not only do the illustrations have a delightful aesthetic appeal, but the text is quaint and pleasantly simple, and the historical portrayal of growing/making goods and then selling them is just so…wholesome.
Having read it several times as a child, I sometimes find myself reminiscing back to the good old days when life was “simple” and people carried things like barrels of apples and sacks of goose feathers in animal-drawn carts to town, then sold them to buy things like kettles and peppermint candies. Talk about nostalgia…and I didn’t even live in those days! Books are like that, though…taking you to other times and places so you feel you’ve actually been there.
It’s a charming book, and I always remember it with fondness. You might even say it’s a precursor to the Little House series by Laura Ingalls Wilder, another favorite of mine. What can I say? I guess I just like the idea of the old frontier lifestyle.
(But I must admit, I also really like my dishwasher, indoor plumbing, and whole-house heating; perhaps some things are better left to the charm of a distant, happy memory — those “good ol’ days”)