Red Rover, Red Rover

In the summer of 1945, Arie (pronounced like Marie, minus the M) was eight years old. When she recovered from the chicken pox and began her summer, she could not have known what she would encounter. Uncovered family secrets, hobos, injury, death, family support and love, good friends, some work and lots of play filled the vacation from school to overflowing. She’s a good kid, but she’s certainly not perfect, nor does she want to be. Her parents wouldn’t change her either. Her life is one of interest, intrigue, and opportunities to learn about life and its offerings. You’re gonna like this book!