Sandhill Sundays and other recollections by Mari Sandoz (1970)

Mari Sandoz reminds me somewhat of the gritty female descendants of pioneers that I grew up with - the picture on the back of the book could be Mrs. Belton, my art teacher from high school (granddaughter of Czech pioneers). Sandoz's recollections are from the house next door to Little House on the Prairie, where everything was even tougher, and the dad was crazy mean. I have to be honest - the book lost steam somewhere in the middle. The recollections became too abrasive and unpleasant.