One night in northern Nebraska, when a blizzard was raging, my husband’s grandmother, Sarah Mead, opened the door, closed it quickly, and reached for her apron to wipe the snow from her face, saying “Only coyotes and Methodist preachers would be out on a night like this!”
Her grandson, my husband, served 41 years as a Methodist minister in Colorado, Montana and Nebraska, and he can vouch that he was out in many storms and a few blizzards.
Alice Foster
Sidney, 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.
