In the late 1960's, Myrtle Morin of West Yarmouth, Mass., decided to write down her memories of her grandmother's farm near Pittsfield, Mass. The recollections were a gift to her own grandchildren. The years that Myrtle is recalling in this little book are roughly between 1910 and 1915.

Suffer the Little Children   First the sweater, then the snowpants, Then the boots and then the jacket. Zip the hood and tie the drawstring. Knot the scarf -- "Too tight!" -- and slack it. Stuff the hands inside the mittens, Pat the head and pinch the nose. This is how we dress our kittens To go out into the snows.   Flop you down then on the sofa, Breathing hard through nose and mouth; Minutes later rings the doorbell; "Can I come inthide the houth?"   Off the mittens, then the muffler, Then the jacket and galoshes, Yank the snowpants, pull the sweater, Clean the carpet free of sloshes, Give the child a cup of cocoa. Wash his hands and wipe his nose; This is how they drive us loco When they come in from the snows.   Flop you down, then, on the sofa, With the muscles all a-fray. Minutes later pipes a question: "Can I go outhide and play?" - - M. H. Morin