My memory of the outhouse is when
my daughter, 10, was sitting out there with her dog and she was always sicking
the dog on everything. There came a bumble bee in so she sicked the dog on it and it went in the next hole so the dog went right in after it. When the dog
finally got out, she went shaking all the way to the house. I guess you know we
had a clean-up job to do on her, sidewalks and also the dog.
She is 46 now and we still get a
big laugh over that. At the time I could of run off instead of cleaning them
up.
It wasn’t funny at all at the time
as I was having company for supper.
As I remember now, everyone smelled like a rose by supper time.
Marcena Leathers
Delta, Iowa
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.
