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Falling in the Outhouse

Back in 1929 my daughter was two
years old. My grandfather had died and it was the day of his funeral. We were
ready to leave for the funeral, and I sent my young daughter to the outhouse.
Grandpa had built it and made seats for three people. My grandpa was a very
large man so one hole was very big, one smaller, then one down low for
children. My daughter got up on the larger one and fell in. After a few minutes
I went to see what the matter was and I had to get help to get her out and she sure
was a mess to clean up before we could go on to the funeral. She has forgotten,
but I never will.

F. Churches
Golden, Colorado

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.