When it"s late at night and I can"t sleep, I often think about my grandmother"s house. In my mind, I walk through each room and remember. I can still hear the bang of the screen door on the back porch in the summertime, the chime of the old mantel clock echoing throughout the house, and the crackle and hiss of the fire in the parlor on a cold winter"s night. The house that comforted me in my childhood, comforts me still ... An old southern antebellum farmhouse located in the rolling countryside of Kentucky is the essence of the book. The author spent many days in her grandmother"s house and and on her farm. She relates many personal stories from her childhood in the 1950s and 1960s as she takes you on a historical journey of the house and its families. The closeness of cousins, the childhood freedom of a simpler time is related in this poignant story. The writer also likes to write poems and has interspersed some of her poetry written about her family members. The house that comforted her in childhood, comforts her still.