My book today

About seven men with heavy stumps around their necks, each with their own lived life stories. They were called Winter Crows. A story about the relatives of the Winter Crows who often faced a sad fate. Without income, the women had to make ends meet with their often large families.

The book is from 1945 or so. It is falling apart with age. I was fascinated by it when I read it when I was about 16. When we drove through the peat area a few days ago I remembered the book and I am so glad that it still fascinates me today.