Milk memories - The story about Tim and Laurel Iwig's dairy farm operation near Topeka, Kan., ('Family's milk operation reminiscent of a 1930s service,' April) reminded me of my first summer job in 1933. I graduated from Topeka High, and my mother found a job for me on a Jersey dairy farm a few miles north of Topeka. My job was taking care of the Jersey milk in the milk house. I washed all the bottles and then bottled the milk as it came from more than 100 Jersey cows. It was the only job from which I was ever fired. One morning I complained because the breakfast was just feed from the barn and skim milk.
I had received $10 a month and room and board for that job. I went to an employment agent and found a new job on another farm for $20 a month. There, I delivered the milk, so it was a much better deal. A few months later, I went to work for a grocer as the delivery boy. I received $10 a week and stayed at home. After a couple of years, I went to school at Kansas State University.
R. Eugene Strunk
- My grandson Charles 'C.J.' Sukley was playing when he became tired. He laid down and went to sleep. Scruffy watched over him.
Enjoys serial stories - I am 88 and enjoy the short stories you print which are 'continued.' They help me remember Mother and Daddy.
When I was 5 or 6 years old and living on a 500-acre farm in Chetopa, Kan., Daddy would come in with the mail.
'Mommy,' he'd ask, 'we're having supper a little early?'
'Yes,' Mother would say, 'as it is story-reading night.'
Daddy looked forward to his CAPPER'S. He lived 88 years, and Mother, 93. CAPPER'S was always read from cover to cover, and the serial stories were enjoyed.
Charlene Walker Jones
Long-lived siblings - I believe this may be a record. One of my brothers and his wife this year celebrate their 72nd wedding anniversary. On May 24, my sister and her husband will also celebrate their 72nd wedding anniversary. All three of us remaining in the family are in our 90s, and soon the couples will all be 90, as well.
Carmine A. Reeves
Still writing - I enjoy your articles with all their homey stories. It is a pleasure to read in your pages about life in these United States as it has been lived - and still is by many families today.
My parents moved from Iowa to Montana in 1913 to take up a homestead, and I am writing of the beautiful memories I have of those days. My daughter and I have published a book about the schools, the development of the area, and life in the early days. I am now writing another book at my present age of 92.
State quarters - When my daughters were growing up, we subscribed to CAPPER'S all the time, but I thought I was too busy to read certain stories. Wasn't I dumb? Nowadays, my favorite parts of CAPPER'S are the items about the state quarters.
A Depression-era luxury - Like many others I read about in your clean paper, I grew up in south-central Kansas on the Kansas side of the Oklahoma-Kansas state line. I was raised during the Great Depression and Dust Bowl days, and CAPPER'S was a luxury we paid for with chickens or the green beans that we canned fresh from the garden.
I just turned 88, and since my husband passed away, I now live in a nice assisted care center, and I still look forward to getting CAPPER'S and sharing it with others.
Bel Aire, Kan.
Utterly unexpected - Several years ago, I had a Holstein cow that had a very large udder.
I milked the herd and turned them out for the night, then brought them back the next morning to be milked. One cow had only three-quarters of her udder. When she got up, one quarter must have been between her toes, and it must have been pulled off. That is the only explanation we could think of for that happening.
A first - I just wanted to drop a note to thank you for accepting my poem 'Summers Past.' This is a first for me, and I look forward to seeing it in print.
Editor's Note: We're always pleased to learn when we're the first publication to bring to press the work of new poets, authors and freelance reporters. Poetry lovers can find Barnes' contribution to CAPPER'S on page 27.
My big day - Here I am, celebrating my 90th birthday. I was the oldest of 14 in our family (including my twin sister), and I'm still going strong.
Open Session - We welcome letters from readers. If you have an opinion or comment on an article you saw in CAPPER'S that you'd like to share, send it to Open Session, CAPPER'S, 1503 S.W. 42nd St., Topeka, KS 66609-1265.