On that 160-acre Colorado homestead claim my father had near Wild Horse, Colorado, where we lived between 1910 and 1913, we had a circular well, hand-dug. We pulled water out with a bucket that was lowered to water level on a rope. It was important to swing the bucket carefully so it would tip enough to let the water run into it. When it was full, the bucket was lifted slowly and carried carefully to the house so that not a precious drop would spill.
Maude Nelson Hoblyn
Mason City, Nebraska
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.