In the depression year of 1931, I taught in a one room county school several miles from even a small town.
One lovely spring day a little boy was enjoying the view from the window by his desk. He called out "Look! A plane is going to land in the schoolyard!" I could see a small plane flying low heading right for the schoolhouse. I hurried the children out of the house. We all stood in a group to watch.
The considerate pilot no doubt could see twenty eager little children and a teacher that did not often get to watch a plane flying.
While all eyes were watching, the plane flew over us, turned around, and started doing the flying tricks that people in our area would have had to go miles to see.
After some flying stunts the plane flew back over the group, dipped one wing and flew on to the north.
That thoughtful pilot will never know the happiness he gave that little group.
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.