Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Outhouses Are For The Birds

Do you ever sit and think about the good old days, and think how rough it was back then and at the time you really didn't think about it, because that was part of life. Who would think that those days would be gone and we would have all the things in life that we have.

I am talking about a bathroom. Something that some people especially kids born in the 60's and 70's wouldn't know about the outhouse that you walked out to in the dark, in knee deep snow, or even in the rain, cause you couldn't wait, mother nature was calling and you would make the mad dash out in the backyard, and you think you would never make it there. When you finally make it close you yell out, praying no one beat you there, and then you open the door to go in you, making sure there weren't any spiders lurking around in there. Oh and the chickens. We had chickens that would love to roost in the outhouse. You had to chase them out before you could get in there most of the time. And forget about the ones that fell down the hole. They were buried in there. We would just tell mom and dad....another one fell in the hole and go on.

Kids now a days are use to the convenience of walking in a room of their house and flushing a toilet and turning on the water and washing their hands.

Back in my growing up years, we didn't have a bathroom in the house with running water. We had an outhouse. We had a room with the sink and bathtub but no running water. There was seven kids in our family. I remember mom heating up water on the gas stove and dumping the hot water in a galvanized rinse tub. When it was full she would bathe all of us kids in the tub. You wanted to be the first or second to be bathed. Can you imagine how the water looked after all seven kids were bathed in it. Yuck! Yes I think about that, and believe me, I like the little room in my house with the bathtub, shower, sink, and flushing toilet. I don't think those outhouse will ever come back. Atleast I sure hope they don't.






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