Veteran comes home and falls in the cellar after the second World War.
When my husband, Harold, was in the Army, I took my babies by train and went to live with my mother in Pennsylvania while he was in the service.
When the second World War was over, Harold returned home in the middle of the night. Mother was having a new foundation put under her house. It was all dug out around two sides, and the house was up on jacks.
It was raining hard when Harold got off the bus along the highway near Mother's house. He decided not to knock on the front door, which would awaken Mother.
He came around the house to my bedroom window. Just as he raised his hand to tap on my window, down he went, the seasoned veteran, into the cellar. He was a muddy mess! He accused me of having a mantrap under my window.
Alice R. Mason Toledo, Iowa
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.
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