From the time that my husband Wilton left, until he arrived home, he was gone more than three years. We wrote lots of letters and shed many a tear.
The second World War ended on my birthday, September 2, 1945. Wilton was stationed in Shanghai, China, on board the repair ship the USS Oceanious.
We were hoping he would be home by Christmas. His two brothers were already home, one from Europe and the other from the Pacific. On December 15, 1945, he arrived in California.
The servicemen hoped upon hope to be home. No such luck. He called to say that it would be after Christmas. The civilians had priority on travel over the servicemen and women because the government would not pay as much for the fare. We felt it wasn't fair for the veterans who had fought for our country to wait because of civilians traveling home for Christmas.
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.