My grandfather was a Civil War veteran, having enlisted in the 100th Illinois Regiment. He used to tell us of being so exhausted and hungry. They had no food supply trucks, camp kitchens or even cooks. They had to “forage” for their eats. He got a chicken, and as time was short before they had to move on, there was no time to properly dress it. They threw it into a pot and boiled it, feathers and all! After that, my granddaddy could never bear the thought of stewed chicken.
Mrs. Albert Lundeen
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.