Breaking a Bad Habit
Just wanted to write to you about
an experience I had as a child about an old outhouse. Seems after I got in bed
every night I had to go to the outhouse. So, I guess my parents thought it was
unnecessary every night as mom took me out before she put me to bed. Dad was a
joker anyway and he thought up a joke to pull on me to break me of the nightly
We had a three holer and the folks
had an old empty bird cage sitting over one hole, so Dad tied a string to it.
That night it was so dark and mom said, “Go by your-self.”
I did, and about the time things
were working for me, Dad pulled the string and the bird house fell over. I
still don’t know how I got to the house, but I jumped over the cage and went
screaming to the house. Years later, Dad laughed and told me the trick they used
to break me of going out ever night after I got in ‘ bed.
Back in 1955 a call
went out from the editors of the then 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 title – – hit the shelves. Nine
other books have since been published in the 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.
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