My mother remembered catching sap from sugar maple trees and boiling it down in big pots right in the timber until it was just right. The children would mold it in little pans and make pretty little sugar cakes.
When they would have Indian raids, Grandmother would put the children under the bed and give them some of these little cakes to keep them quiet so the Indians wouldn't know they were there.
My grandfather was in the War, and once the Indians took all their horses, cows and provisions, and Grandmother and the children nearly starved before Grandfather got home. Grandmother said she would always thank God for the sugar cakes because she felt they saved the children's lives.
I wonder if the hardships of the pioneers didn't draw them closer to God and keep them praying more. We all know that the closer we live to God the happier we are and maybe that is why they are called "the good old days."
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.