One evening after school I borrowed my brother-in law's Model T Ford to go into town about 5 1/2 miles to get some drawing paper and supplies. (For anything beyond the bare necessities the teacher had to furnish it out of her meager salary.) This was open range. Quite large herds of cattle roamed the prairies. It got dark before I started home and as you may know the Model T didn't have a good lighting system. The light didn't shine very far ahead. While I was driving I felt a bump and then another bump. The car was working all right, I finally could see that there was a herd of cattle that decided to bed down for the night in the middle of the road. I made it home okay and we had the art lesson the next day.
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.