What a surprise to see that a neighbor from my Perkasie, PA days has published a book! Frank and Leila Clymer lived next door for twenty-nine years, and if I had to rate them on a scale from one to ten for their “good neighborliness” I’d give them a twelve or more. Among other things, it was impossible for me to get through a half-week’s meals without running next door to borrow something. Also, I believe my son considered their house part of ours. He was under strict orders not to leave our property without informing me. He was quite good about that except that no matter how many times I told him our neighbors’ house wasn’t part of our property, he’d still go over to talk to Leila without telling me. When my husband died, Leila took him out to buy shoes when I was too busy taking care of all those things that have to be seen to. I handed her my credit card which I hadn’t signed. The shoe salesman forced her to sign it, and so for years I had to forge my own signature on sales slips when I used the card.
I haven’t read Frank’s book, but from the review I see that it is narrated from the view of a young boy growing up in a Pennsylvania Dutch community. He describes life in a small town during the era just before and after the second World War, including his family’s involvement in the war and its impact on the community. I’m sure the book must have some interesting observations, and I wish him much luck.