Back in the ’30s my sister and I were little girls. We were old enough to do the supper dishes but we didn’t like to do them. Every night after supper we would have to go out to the little house out back. We would talk, sing and stay out until Mommy would do the dishes.
One night Daddy thought he would break us of that habit. He put a white sheet over himself and stood at the corner of a building. We had to go by the building to get to the house. It scared the daylight out of us. Every night after that we did the dishes.
Mrs. Thomas Seeley
Farber, Missouri
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.
