The other outhouse that I remember fondly, is the one on a small farm where we lived for a short time. We had two mother cats with assorted kittens, and they always would follow anyone whenever we walked out to the outhouse, walking in a row behind us like a parade. If we stayed in it too long, the kittens would poke their little furry paws under the door, to remind us that they were waiting for us. We were used to this performance, but it startled some of our visitors when those little paws came reaching under the door while they were inside. It was a good way to know whether or not the "little house" was occupied, as we had only to look for the row of cats and kittens waiting outside its door to know that someone was using it.
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.