Outhouse Nickname

Our family loves to camp. At least twice a year we go to Brook Cherith Church Camp. The side we like to camp on is real rustic, no electricity, no plumbing, but there is an outhouse.

One day as we were preparing to go out on the lake fishing, a little girl walked by. She was holding onto her mother’s hand, talking up a storm, when suddenly she paused and said, “Mommie. I have to use the HOLE HOUSE!” From that day forward the outhouse became the hole house to our family.

Jean Phelps
Dowagiac, Michigan

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.