I have heard my father tell many times the Civil War story of General John Hunt Morgan’s raid through Ohio. Father was a lad of 10 or 12 years and lived in Ohio where it took place. General Morgan and his men stopped at my grandfather’s farm to make camp for the night. To feed their horses, they tore the slats off the corn cribs and let the corn roll out on the ground, and the men ate all the food supplies they could find.
When they left the next morning, they took my grandfather with them for several miles, finally turning him loose to make his way back home as best he could.
The next morning my father went out in the yard and found a powder flask (used to load their guns) dropped by one of the men. I have that in my possession now.
We think in horror what our forefathers endured to give us this wonderful country to live in, and we hope and pray there’ll never be another war to spill the blood of our young heroes.
Mrs. James K. Whiteaker
Maysville, 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.
