Cowboy on a mission - I was late reading your January issue, and the story on rancher Bill Inman and his cross-country trek was most interesting. I hope he or his wife keep a journal of who they meet and where they are.
On the Texas Bicentennial, a group gathered in Fort Worth and made a wagon train trip around the state. It was interesting keeping up with them on the news.
Ms. C.J. Crowder
Sulphur Springs, Texas
Editor's note: The Inmans did keep a journal of their journey - but, surprisingly, the cowboy couple decided to do so on the wild frontier of the Internet. You can catch up with their adventures at www.UncoveringAmerica.com. There you will find photographs, writings and video clips taken along their journey. We browsed the site and learned the couple successfully reached the end of their trail in Hendersonville, N.C.
Enjoyed serial story - I've decided to take time to write to tell you how much I enjoyed the story The Agreement by Jo Maseberg, which ran in CAPPER'S last year. The beginning I thought most unusual. I read it from beginning to end, and I could scarcely wait for each addition.
Problem cracked - Several months ago, we requested help through your Reader to Reader section for a source of hickory nut meats, since we had a crop failure.
We have been remiss in informing you of the phenomenal results. We were contacted by people in seven states - including California and Virginia. Some people sent supply information, and others went so far as to send nutmeats without a request for funds to cover costs involved. One party even sent a second supply with specific instructions not to remit anything. They simply wrote that they enjoyed sharing their good fortune with others.
Such are the people in your readership. We are most thankful for your part in solving our problem. Again, thank you for your cooperation, and we will continue to enjoy your publication.
Editor's note: And our thanks to the great, big CAPPER'S community with hearts to match!
Missing ring - My husband lost his wedding ring last July. He put the ring in the pocket of his pants before going out to mow the lawn. When he was done, the ring was gone. We looked for the ring inside and outside the house, but we didn't find it.
A week before Christmas last year, my husband and I were sitting at the kitchen table reading CAPPER'S to my father-in-law. My husband pointed out an article titled 'Replacement wedding ring was fabulous gift' (December 2007). He was hinting that he would like a replacement wedding ring for Christmas.
How was I going to find a wedding ring with little time, little money and no ring size? I asked God to help me know what to do.
Later that day, I was putting laundry away in our bedroom, and I found my husband's ring on the floor of the closet. Shocked and delighted, I wrapped up the ring and gave it to him Christmas Eve. We were - and still are - amazed.
Last man - I saw the item about the lone survivor in a circle of lifelong friends ('Last man in club of friends reflects on its legacy,' December 2007). I thought you might welcome the enclosed article.
Editor's note: Scavo enclosed an article from the Whittier (Calif.) Daily News recounting how he was the sole survivor of a circle of friends who took a 'sole survivor' pact 25 years ago. The last member of the circle swore to celebrate the occasion with a new circle of friends. Scavo, now 89, was the one who organized the pact among 26 friends. He marked the solemn occasion of being the 'sole survivor' with a lunch at the Whittier Elks Lodge, attended by several of his new friends.
Swinging fun - My daughter, Kylie Foster, 15 months, spent her first time in a swing at a park down the street from where her grandma lives in Wichita, Kan. Boy, did she love it. We almost couldn't get her to leave.
Boys' red wagon was a Depression-era treat
The Heart of the Home article about a woman who finally received a red wagon ('Childhood wish finally came true,' December 2007) prompted me to write and share another wagon story.
My husband grew up in the early 1930s, near Ramsey, Ill. His father was a sharecropper and WPA worker, shoveling gravel for a road-building project. Every Christmas, there were very few presents under the tree.
In December 1939, nine of the 13 children still lived at home. To the family's great surprise, the postman brought a package that year just before Christmas. The family thought the gift, a Radio Flyer wagon, was from their 18-year-old brother, who was working as a hired farmhand near Sandwich, Ill.
My husband, then 10 years old, and his 8-year-old brother couldn't wait for someone to assemble it, so they did it themselves. The boys used the wagon to haul firewood from a pile in the yard to the house and were happy that they didn't have to carry it.
About two weeks later, the postman stopped and inquired about the package. He explained that it had been intended for another family, and he reclaimed the wagon. There were two very disappointed boys who were left to carry the firewood by hand again.
Now, our children and grandchildren have given my husband several red wagons to help make up for the disappointment suffered so long ago.
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