I could never imagine growing up anywhere except on a farm. The food we had was different from what we enjoy today. The radio took us into the imaginary roles that we played depending on the hour of the day or day of the week. The hay barn was a castle that I could reign in and in my mind close ...
I returned home in 1946, after
almost four years in the Army, a veteran of the second World War. The experiences I had left me bitter with the
world. I had decided I would stop to visit Mom and Dad before going on to a big
city to live. I wasn't in the mood for working. I was going to join the ...
I live in the Central Valley of California and it’s been over 100 degrees for days now. Yesterday the high was 106. I went outside at 9 a.m. and it was already 90 degrees so when I came back from my errand I went inside and stayed there until 8 p.m. that night. Sometimes I feel like I’m ...
I went to the grocery store yesterday, but that’s not big news. I’m no stranger to grocery stores, but on this occasion, I was transported back in time to Dave Brumfield’s general store in my hometown, in the mid-1950s. Ah, yes … the good old days. Now before any naysayers get all wound ...
We were recently contacted by Dorothy Miller, currently of Cincinnati, who just discovered that Capper’s Farmer is again being published. She was excited to hear it — and with good reason. Dorothy, now 92, spent two years in Topeka, Kansas, as the Associate Home Editor for Capper’s Farmer ...
New Look Is ImpressiveWhile shopping at Price Chopper in Harrisonville, Missouri, many months ago, I looked at the magazines and was drawn to your Winter 2012 issue.I don’t know when I’ve enjoyed a magazine like I did this issue. I have never had so much fun looking through a magazine.I ...
Sarah, the web editor for Capper's Farmer, sent me an email about submissions for a cookbook they were needing to send off to the publisher and mentioned I had said I had my mother-in-law's box of old recipes. I do not remember saying that, but there are a lot of things I don’t remember – ...
When I was growing up on a Kansas farm about 50
years ago, outhouses were the going thing. Ours was a regular one seater with a
Sears catalogue, but some were two seaters, with an actual roll of tissue and
fancy cut-outs in the door.
Like us, our friend Vern had a
small one out back. He also ...
Here is my story about the
"little house out back." As we all know there weren't any
"jets" during WWII. They came right after the war was over. One day I
was sitting in our "little outhouse out back," my cares forgotten and
deep in thought, when the first "jet" I had ever seen or heard ...
Years ago usually everyone had one
holers. One fellow decided he'd build a two holer. His neighbor wanted to be
better so he built a three holer. One day he went in to use it and he had
gotten to the third hole as the others were "well used." Suddenly he jumps out "with his pants down" ...
The most embarrassing outhouse
experience I had occurred when I was twelve years old. I was attending a little
one-room rural school, where outhouses for boys and girls were discreetly
erected some distance from each other, and also from the schoolhouse. It was
during the noon recess. The ...
Just wanted to write to you about
an experience I had as a child about an old outhouse. Seems after I got in bed
every night I had to go to the outhouse. So, I guess my parents thought it was
unnecessary every night as mom took me out before she put me to bed. Dad was a
joker anyway and he ...
I was about nine years old when
this occurred around 1911. I lived with my parents, sisters and brothers. We
walked the mile and three quarters to our country school every day.
Our schoolhouse was built near the
east end of the school lot. The boys' outhouse was built in the southwest
About 38 years ago we moved to a small
farm in Arkansas.
The "little brown shack" sat facing the highway. Our three-year-old
son would go to the "potty" and leave the door open. I told him when
cars passed the people could see him sitting there and he said, "No, they
can't see me 'cause when I ...
As I am an old-timer, I want to
tell about old-time play parties. They were enjoyed by young and old and were
our main source of entertainment.
Usually young men or women in the
neighborhood, looking for diversion and entertainment, would hit on the idea of
a party. They would ride a horse or ...