This happened to a very dear friend when we were both young girls. The boys at this time would go to the girl’s home and ask for a date, always on Sunday evening. One Sunday evening this friend had nothing better to do so she went to the outhouse and she was taking her time reading the catalogue. In the meantime a car with two young men drove in the yard. One of the men wanted to date this young girl. He went to the house and asked for her. The mother said, “Well, she is around here somewhere. She will be here soon.”
The young lady saw the car and the young man, and she decided just to stay in the outhouse until they left. But to her surprise, they didn’t leave. So finally she had to come out and greet the boys. She was so embarrassed; she knew she didn’t smell like a rose after being in the outhouse. The young man asked her for a date and she said yes, if he would give her time to clean up. A year later they were married and spent many happy years together.
Pauline Becker
Russell, 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.
