Railroad Stories: Trip Riding the Rails Was Memorable

Riding the rails with son was unforgettable.

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Riding the rails on a three-day trip with my husband, his mother and our 4-month-old son 30 years ago made for a very memorable trip.

Our son was fussy, so we tried everything to keep him happy. We did not use disposable diapers. We had to heat his bottles and baby food jars using the hot water in a small sink. He slept in a hammock affair with a hard board in the bottom suspended over my small bed. One night, the whole thing fell on top of me.

In spite of that trip, my husband and I still like trains and are looking forward to taking another trip, now that he is retired. This time it will be just the two of us.

Jeannie Heverling
Bellingham, Wash.


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.