Two dying soldiers lay.
Feeble, old and gray.
Happy, young and gay.
One kissed a ringlet of thin gray hair,
One kissed a lock of brown.
They closed their eyes to the earth and skies
Just as the sun went down.
Ruth Jincks
Bethany, Missouri
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.
