The wild eerie whistle of a freight train
Lumbering toward the distant west
Pierces through the lonely night
Stirring quiet hearts with vague unrest.
Wanderlust souls heed the call to adventure
Down winding road or silver track
Sometimes they stop by a glowing hearth
Until a poignant whistle lures them back.
Lynda Schlomann
St. James, Minn
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.
