On the family farm many unusual things happened with dogs and other animals. Our dog once caught and killed a mother rabbit. Our dad saw it and realized she had left behind two tiny baby rabbits. He caught them and carried them home in his coat pocket. He gave them to us kids. We soon had a box all ready for them. They ate oatmeal and plenty of green grass. We took good care of them and they were real pets.
Rabbits grow fast and soon they could get out of the box. We would have to go and look for them, finding them hiding in a corner or under the beds.
When our dad played the accordion our rabbits would come and listen to him play. As animals do they soon grew too big to keep in the house so their nesting box was moved outdoors. Our dog knew they were pets so never did bother them. We could still pick them up and hold them, but they were harder and harder to catch. One day we realized we had not seen our pets for several days.
Sometime later, on a Sunday evening, Dad sat on the porch playing his accordion. He called to us to come and see. There inside the yard sat our two rabbits. The music had brought them home again.
Back in 1955 a call went out from the editors of the then Capper’s Weekly asking for readers to send in articles on true pioneers. Hundreds of letters came pouring in from early settlers and their children, many now in their 80s and 90s, and from grandchildren of settlers, all with tales to tell. So many articles were received that a decision was made to create a book, and in 1956, the first My Folks title – My Folks Came in a Covered Wagon – hit the shelves. Nine other books have since been published in the My Folks series, all filled to the brim with true tales from Capper’s readers, and we are proud to make those stories available to our growing online community.