We lived in the country, and mother had just learned to drive the car. She was a little nervous about driving the first time, but this was the day she was going to do it. She backed the car from its parking place right smack into the outhouse, knocking it from its foundation. Of course it got to be a family joke, but my poor mother, with her wounded pride, never found it funny.
Arkansas City, Kansas
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.