The strangest outhouse I ever saw was a newspaper picture of one in Massachusetts. It was a two-story one, attached to the house. From the upper floor one would walk to the far end to sit down. There was a partition between the upper and lower floors. Persons entering from the downstairs went to the near side. It must have been very nice not to have to shovel a path through the snow to the back of the lot in the wintertime!
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.