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Second World War: Cellar Trips Returning Veteran

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.