Okay… so this little outhouse has been on the “Funny Farm” (the
crazy place I grew up) for sixty years plus...
I used it!! In fact when I was in
high school this is all we had besides a five gallon bucket with a board across
it for balance and might I add COMFORT! GAWD. This was for a mid-night
emergency which was truly awful not to mention we had no running water for
baths either. Oh but hey…..we had a pump
fifty foot from the house to prime the COLD water (in winter time too….) and I
think a stove to heat lil’ bits of said freezing water to be placed in an
aluminum cow tank on an open NOT PRIVATE porch for bathing. I have no proper words to offer regarding
this!! !
Can you imagine?? Me either, yet
the memories remember!
Over the years, that means after we built in normal
bathrooms with bathtubs and flushing toilets things were better but the
Outhouse remained. Everyone who ever
used the outdoor privy (who was privileged to!!) signed in or autographed the
inner walls of which I was afraid to open the door to take a pic of in
case....... SNAKES?? Not to mention the
darn thing might have taken a dive on me literally. Or me taken a dive in…..eewwww
I don't like shit pits (Outhouse’s or Life Shit Pits!) as
you all know from previous blogs.
And holding it up with ONE pole is likened to what I have to
do in life mentally.
But what would I do
if I really needed to use that privy outhouse?
Probably I’d feel quite privileged not to have to use the ditch or yard?
Would I chance the poles giving way? What if no one was home? Oh shit!
I love puns or whatever you call that one.
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