There were days during the Second World War when I fingered that little bit of change jingling in my coat pocket and thought of other ways I'd like to "invest" it. But those thoughts never lasted long when I saw kids generously forfeit their milk or candy money to buy War Bonds to help our fighting men and women.
Even today, though I can't remember his name, I can still hear the bond chairman shouting: "If you can't shoulder a gun, shoulder the cost of one." I can remember the flocks of men and women eagerly lining up to buy War Bonds. They were people with hope, with faith in God and country. It taught me a lifelong lesson: that there is power and beauty in the act of working together for a common cause. And there is no age limit on patriotism!
J. P. Holden
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.