Graduation from high school brings a flood of memories from the depression era. I was the only one of six children to finish the four years. We lived four miles from town, I rode a horse the first year and parked him in the barn north of the school, wore jeans or overalls and took them off in the girls' room as dresses were the usual attire for classes. I walked a lot or caught a ride the rest of the years.
Mother gave me a five dollar bill, which was spent to order a red dress for $2.99 and a jacket for $1.99 thru the catalog. There was no money to get a class ring, Father gave me money to get some pictures made for family. I won a scholarship and used it to go one year to college.
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.