My father-in-law served in the Civil War and told of how happy they were when folks living near their camp came with donations of food, especially home-cooked meals. One woman brought a particularly appetizing huge dish of some meaty substance. All ate of it with gusto, until one fellow remarked that was the best blood pudding he had ever tasted. Most of the partakers immediately lost their appetites.
Boys used to bring huge pails full of delicious blackberries, which they sold for a mere pittance. All wondered how they managed to get so many so quickly, until they happened to see them in the woods shaking the heavily laden bushes into a filthy washtub. After that, they washed the fruit before eating.
Mrs. Bert Stewart
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.