Sorry for the visual but (no, not visual butt, though the unintended pun is rather funny) -- anyway, recently I was about to sit down on a cold toilet, though it wasn't as cold as expected and thought, "At least it's not an outhouse," which brought back a memory I probably haven't had in 40 years (strange how that happens, huh?)
Am I the only one from my generation who remembers the outhouse at the farm, say nothing about remembering using it? I know the older generation will. So as strange as it seems, I'm asking for people's memories of an outhouse.
The other recollection that occurred to me, though I'm uncertain of it now, is that as kids we had to use the outhouse, whether that was only if the bathroom inside was "busy" or whether it was that that bathroom was off limits to us kids. The latter wouldn't necessarily surprise me because my grandfather had ways like that; for example, nothing to drink with dinner until your dinner was finished.
So any memories you'd like to share would be greatly appreciated -- memories of freezing your ass off, was it a one-seater or two, etc.
2 comments:
Zeb, it is so funny that you posted this note about your memories of the outhouse. I also have some memories about that outhouse. One time, when I was around 6 and Vic 8, we spent a morning investigating the inner workings of that outhouse. We kept climbing down the seat hole and coming out behind the building. You can imagine how disgusted my mother was when she asked us why we smelled so bad! This little adventure was so much a 'Vic' kind of thing to do that it is actually one of my favorite memories of him (and Maine). Thanks for the memories (visuals and all).
Wish I had a picture of it (really, I do wish that). Anyone happen to have one that I could add to this post?
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