A country type blog I follow has the oddest stuff posted, odd and great. See what you think.
FDR's outhouse, used by George Washington
Clara’s Auntie May had come down to stay with Clara and her husband for a few days.
“Where’s your loo?” she inquired after she had downed three cups of tea.
“Thur ‘tis,” Clara told her, “down the garden.” Off went Auntie May, and when she came back she looked quite worried.
“Well, that is a dreadful place,” she cried, “and you got no lock on the door neither.”
“We don’t need no lock on thur,” Clara’s husband said, “we bin livin’ yer fer this thirty years and we ent never had a bucket of s*** stolen yet.”
Told by a neighbor to my aunt, and then to me.
Many stories could be told about outhouses. We think of them as purely a rural convenience. But that is not true, outhouses were the only facility available for use. Even the rich and famous were out there. Heck, the walkways along the street had interesting outhouses. Men were the usual occupants.
So, there you have it. The world can claim their own type and style of outhouses. It all depends on money, time, and hard digging. Only then can it become elegant or at least stand up in a strong wind and storm.
We are so lucky.
Our own bit of heaven was not a piece of joy.
