My father was Edmund N. Creekmur, private, Company K, 49th Regiment, Illinois Volunteers. He was born Jan. 8, 1846, and died Nov. 4, 1914. While in the service he was shot through the right hip. He had to do so much marching that the flesh wore off the ends of his toes, to the bones, but his hip injury caused him to suffer at times and limp the rest of his life. He was always proud that he belonged to the Grand Army of the Republic, and I am, too.
Mrs. J.P. Lawson
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.