It was always a joke with my two brothers and sister that anytime I was in there (the outhouse) I would sing real loud, not caring who heard me. So the real joke is that one of the cows (Reddy, we called her) didn't seem to like me and I suppose my singing either, and she would stand at the outhouse door, paw the ground and make noises to let you know she was mad and disgusted.
So later I was ready to get out. I'd start yelling for help, so the boys could chase her away. But those two guys would let me stay for awhile or until mother made them come to my rescue.
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.