It is an abiding fact of human nature that we are shaped by the place we call home. My home is Amsterdam in the Mohawk Valley of Upstate New York. The stories in this collection are about that home, and the common folks of a time now long past. The characters are mill hands, shopkeepers, railroad workers, the credulous youths, and feckless dreamers who made up the core of life in such small towns during the first half of the twentieth century. Their stories are rich tapestries of hope and despair set against the intimate natural beauty of the Valley.