Our little country church was a small one, average attendance counting children was about 50. Our young people were busy in the war effort, taking the place of the young men who were on the front lines around the world.
Our pastor was a young family man with four children. We set up a weekly letter-writing system to all of the servicemen who were members' friends and kin. We had 77 on our list. Sister Friend, the pastor's wife, wrote a sermonette each week, which we typed and hectographed copies to send each one. We also drew names among the members and mailed a personal letter to each serviceman; some would write to four or five boys every week.
Brother Friend made a nice letter holder and put it in the church for replies we might receive from our soldier boys. All could read them who wished. Every service - and individually through the week - we prayed for all the soldiers.
God was gracious, and everyone on our list returned home without a disabling injury. Only one boy in our community lost his life. His family attended another church and we missed getting him on our list. We still thank God for keeping our boys safe on all the front lines of the battlefronts around the world.
Mayoma E. Bennett
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.