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Mom Trapped in the Outhouse

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By Capper's Staff

When our sons were young boys they belonged to a 4-H club and
had a few sheep. We lived on a farm and I had to use a clothesline prop with a
rope clothesline. For some unknown reason the ram didn’t like this pole, and
just as soon as I put this prop in place to keep my clothes in the breeze and
off the ground he would charge after me. I did not have time to get to the
house, so would go for the outhouse. He would keep guard over me. From the
cracks in the siding of the outhouse I also kept a nervous watch over him, all
the while hoping he’d not hit the place. He never did. I couldn’t get out, so there
I’d sit the rest of the day until the boys came home from school and they heard
me calling them, also saw the ram circling the outhouse or standing at the
door. Needless to say after a couple of Mondays in the throne room, my husband
put a fence around the yard to keep the ram confined to his quarters. Whenever
my sons want to tell a funny story about mom they always tell about how mom
likes her outhouse. 

Loretta Morgan
Phillipsburg, 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.

Published on Nov 28, 2012
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