During the second World War, I worked for Coors Porcelain Company in Golden, Colorado. I had married an Air Force sergeant, and he was sent overseas, as were so many of my girl friends' husbands. With gas rationing as it was, a group of us on paydays would ride the streetcar into Denver, eat at a nice restaurant, go to a movie, then ride the streetcar back home.
My most memorable day was on Thanksgiving 1945. I was entertaining my family and in walked my husband, unexpected. What a Thanksgiving memory.
Theresa Stingerie Bainbridge
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.