About 38 years ago we moved to a small farm in Arkansas. The "little brown shack" sat facing the highway. Our three-year-old son would go to the "potty" and leave the door open. I told him when cars passed the people could see him sitting there and he said, "No, they can't see me 'cause when I hear a car I shut my eyes."
St. Francis, Kansas
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.