max had been a mechanic and zechoslovakia. and over at the sawmill the workman got to know sasha and understand his shyness and the best practical way, over the workbench. during the summer, joseph and anna opened a knickknack shop. the local girls got into the habit of dropping around to elp out. i used to come around myself on a saturday afternoon, to enjoy a little bit of music to joseph. frankly, i think that they were a little bit surprised to find mozart in cummington. surprised that pleased. i think that in many different ways while we were getting to know the refugees better, they were learning about the new england countryside and its eople. our land is similar to their own. chopped into small, one man, two-man farms. the soil is difficult and the eather is cruel sometimes. we are not the bread basket of america, but if you work hard the autumn harvest will give you back enough for your family and a little left over to take to market. and, of course, we set aside one of the best of everything to exhibit at the fair. i