"Anyone who had been snubbed or repressed to silence before other people was said to have "sneaped". A haughty woman would sneap another, an overbearing man would sneap his wife, the wintry wind sneaped us to silence.
A person who was too sensitive to cold was said to be nesh. It was often used of one who was unable to endure any hardship. Also it had a kinder meaning. After an illness one was nesh, and must take care. A baby was nesh, and must be guarded." ( P. 127 )
Much is made of the rhythms of farm life, the joys of the recurring seasons, the ties that bind the members of a community and the simplicity of self-reliance.
"Frummerty, which we had for breakfast at certain periods, was whole wheat, creed all day and night in the oven. "Creeing" meant the art of cooking very slowly in an earthenware vessel, until the wheat formed a jelly.
We called the rind of bacon, the sword. Bacon badly cured was reasty. Heavy bread was sad, a most expressive description. We culled the vegetables when we gathered them. Peas and beans were hulled, which meant shelled. The shells were hulls". ( P. 129 )
"I felt such bliss steal over me as I pulled the sledge up the hill that I knew I had reached the core. There could never be anything more beautiful as long as I lived. If only the snow would stay, if the night wouldn't fall, if the lamplight would always shine from the farmhouse to tell me that home was waiting! I could go on for ever, immortal". ( P. 57 )