When I was growing up, during the depression era, neighbors got together for dances, both house and barn dances. Young and old went and thoroughly enjoyed each other's company. So different from today when, especially in our small community, cliques are the thing and age groups are distinct. Today the young bunch wouldn't think of dancing with someone not in their age group. Not so when I was young. Young and old danced together and really enjoyed it. I remember so well dancing with my friend's father and even grandfather and having a super time. I think our society is missing a lot by not mingling with age groups other than their own.
Nelle Gaughenbaugh Gilg
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.