My rural days at a one-room schoolhouse come to mind each time I see a collie dog or a spotted pony. Our dog, Laddie, sensed I needed someone to walk with me the mile to school during my first year. He took me to school each morning and returned to get me in the afternoons without being told. The teacher remarked they could see the dog coming in the distance before they saw me. A few years later I was sick and unable to walk so my Dad bought a spotted pony for my brother and me to ride that year.
A few years ago I had the opportunity to sneak a peek into the vacant one-room schoolhouse. The room was not nearly as large as I remembered as a child.
Wanda Wolf Bashford
In Memory Of Chester Wolf
Kidder, 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.
