My memory of the outhouse is when my daughter, 10, was sitting out there with her dog and she was always sicking the dog on everything. There came a bumble bee in so she sicked the dog on it and it went in the next hole so the dog went right in after it. When the dog finally got out, she went shaking all the way to the house. I guess you know we had a clean-up job to do on her, sidewalks and also the dog.
She is 46 now and we still get a big laugh over that. At the time I could of run off instead of cleaning them up.
It wasn't funny at all at the time as I was having company for supper.
As I remember now, everyone smelled like a rose by supper time.
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.