Girl hides in the outhouse to keep warm and is discovered.
My most embarrassing moment was after I was grown and had gone to the city to work.
One weekend I came home on an early morning bus which stopped at a service station on the highway to let me off. My Dad didn't know I was coming on that bus and the station operator hadn't come to open up the building. There was no place for me to wait out of the cold. I noticed the outhouse, left my bag at the station door and went to the outhouse to wait. In a short while I heard footsteps, the door opened and there I set. He (the station operator) had noticed my baggage and decided to investigate. After explanations and a good laugh, I called home and was soon picked up by my Dad. Needless to say, I will never forget the little house out back.
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.
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