Things during the Great Depression of the 1930s were much different than they are today. Men, soon known to everyone as hobos, threw themselves at the mercy of the residents of the towns and villages they traveled through looking for increasingly scarce work. These short stories tell their story through the eyes of one of the rural people who fed them.Hobos became the face of the Great Depression for the people who lived on small family farms in the rural areas of our country. These farms were mostly self-sufficient. The farmers practiced living locally long before it became the fad it is becoming today with things like the hundred mile challenge. They raised their own animals, cows, chickens, pigs; grew their own fruits and vegetables; and heated their homes with woods cut from their own woodlots. For many of them, helping others was the natural thing to do when less fortunate strangers came knocking of their door.These short stories share the events that happened to one family in central Nova Scotia told through the eyes of writer's mother as she remembered and related them forty years later. The stories are presented as fiction, but each contains a kernel of truth as its central theme. These are stories I heard so often, that indeed the characters seem like Hobos I Have Known.

These stories are fiction. I do have a granddaughter named Emily who inspired them and if there were a young girl with super powers, it would be Emily. Just the name exudes power.You don’t have to be eight-years-old to enjoy a book about an eight-year-old. Parents, aunts, uncles, everyone, dig in and enjoy these adventures. If you and your Emily enjoy them at the same time so much the better.The following stories are fiction. I do have a grand daughter named Emily who inspired these stories while visiting one summer. But, there is no real Emily with super powers except in the minds of Grandparents everywhere.If there were a young girl with super powers, it would be Emily. Just the name exudes power.I invite you to sit back, suspend reality for a few moments and enter the life of an eight-year-old super hero:Super Emily.You don’t have to be eight-years-old to take pleasure in a book about an eight-year-old. Parents, aunts, uncles, everyone, dig in and enjoy these adventures. If you and your Emily enjoy them at the same time—you reading to her, her reading to you—so much the better.Start reading.