The first year I taught rural school we had a big blizzard in November and I couldn’t drive my car to school. A few days later my Dad took me there with a team and wagon and helped me make arrangements to stay at the home of a young couple near the school. I was made to feel quite comfortable even though there was no bathroom. Each evening before bedtime we’d take turns taking the flashlight and going to the outhouse by way of the cleared path.
One evening the husband came in from his trip with a strange look on his face. He finally had to admit he had accidentally let the lighted flashlight roll down in the hole beside him and it was at the bottom of the pit. We had to make our trips in the dark until they could get a new flashlight.
Mrs. Floyd Kauffman
Shickley, Nebraska
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.
