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
LaSalle, Colorado
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.
