This is an experience of a great-great-great-grandfather, just after the close of the Civil War.
When Great-great-great-grandfather returned from the War and life was getting back to normal, he had this dream for three nights straight. He dreamed that in the pasture under a certain bush was buried a copper teakettle full of money.
This Grandfather, I was told, had never been one for nonsense. And, he considered believing in dreams nonsense. But, after dreaming this dream the third night, he decided, out of annoyance and with the thought of stopping the dream, to go to the pasture and dig under the certain bush. He did, and sure enough, he found a teakettle of money. I don’t remember being told whether it amounted to much. But, after this experience, Great-great-great-grandfather said he’d never scoff again at believing in dreams.
Mrs. Lloyd Dobler Camp
Verde, Arizona
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.
