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The Outhouse Song

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.

Elsie Reiter
Phoenix, Arizona


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.