I was raised on our family farm, and I married a farmer. I had two sons: a 7-year-old and a baby. My parents were raising a granddaughter, my sister's child, who was the same age as my older son.
My parents had a big, old red rooster with a mean streak. The rooster would flog the granddaughter at every opportunity, but never offered to bother my older son when we visited. Maybe the rooster sensed that 7-year-old boys are much braver than 7-year-old girls.
My parents decided to give the rooster to my older son, and all went well until the baby was old enough to play in the sandbox in our backyard. One afternoon I heard my younger son scream, and I knew exactly what was happening. I ran for the back door, but our family dog, Pandy, was already at the baby's side attacking that old rooster. I clapped my hands and yelled "Sick 'em, Pandy, sick 'em!"
Pandy didn't kill that mean old rooster that day, but she sure gave him a tussle. She must have proven her point, because the rooster never attacked anyone again.
Margie Van Meter
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.