Old ways are good ways, Mama taught her girls. They rolled their eyes. Mama's life, and her love, were molded by the pattern of those old ways. Traditions were as hard for her to relinquish as her wringer washer and line-dried sheets. She tried her best, alongside her husband Manuel, to shape their children with the same care she shaped her home-made bread rolls...only, the girls, the boys, their lifestyles, their mates, were not of that sweeter time. Old ways tussled with new ways, in a new time, and a new country. Customs served to protect the family, to insure its health and survival. It worked in the Old Country, then. Could it work in Pennsylvania? Now?