Invisible in the Outhouse

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.”

Name Withheld
St. Francis,

Back in 1955 a call
went out from the editors of the then
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
title – – hit the shelves. Nine
other books have since been published in the
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.