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Just trying to be a little Gilliesque.

I grew up using an old fashioned outhouse.
We didn't have indoor plumbing.

haha

not bad for a first try TT


if you are really curious...
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man that sounds yukky doesnt it?

here ill put a bow on it

Can you imagine using it on a night like this? Trap door union suit a must!

Just wondering what the differences may be between an old-fashioned outhouse and those new fang dangeled modern contemporary outhouses.

Yuppers............sure have with the big ugly spiders (EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW) that use to live in there also! Prob why I am afraid of them now.........LOL

An old fashioned outhouse had no way of being emptied. It had to be moved.

You never had to worry about the contents of the hole touching your backside when you sat down on an old fashioned outhouse.

The old fashioned outhouse had proper ventilation. The cracks in the boards allowed the wind to blow your hat off!

The new fan dangled outhouses never were equipped with a Sears catalog!

If you drop a dollar down a new fan dangled outhouse, you just reach down and pick it up. The old fashioned outhouse required that you drop a twenty down the hole. No one in their right mind would go down an outhouse hold for less than twenty bucks!

Sorry Mindffull, I didn't see your post. Who would have thought!

Yes, I do recall those.

No one in their right mind would go down an outhouse hold for less than twenty bucks![/quote]

Of course I meant "outhouse hole".

Prior to moving to Tennessee last March, I spent two years living in a tiny (10X14) shack on my property in Kansas. I had no running water and heated with a tiny wood stove. I did have electricity, but most of my lighting was done with candle lanterns. The outhouse was 35 yards away and was un-lit and un-heated. Many were the times when I weighed the severity of the "urge" against the severity of the storm!

That reminds me of a story! When I was a young boy, I was using the outhouse when my brother decided to play a prank on me. He threw a firecracker in through the top vent. It landed on the floor in front of me and all I could do was close my eyes and cover my ears. After the dang thing went off, the house was full of smoke. I could see the sunshine coming through the cracks lighting up the smoke like a light show. Then, as the smoke cleared, I could see all the stunned spiders writhing around on the floor and in the pants around my ankles! I burst through the door without unlatching it and caught my brother with my pants still around my ankles. Let's just say that it was the last time he pulled that prank!

We don't realize how lucky we are now! The only thing we worry about now is whether the seat is up or down.

sure TT just hijack my concept

first gilly then me

who is next?












and really that illustration was disgusting

i used and abused old fashioned outhouses


but of course, i`m a plumber

had one in mountains for a couple yrs

no more sears catalogs had to move back to the beach

Well, I thought that maybe you could have taken it a step or two further. And as far as the illustration...you should have been there!

Ditto.

no more sears catalogs had to move back to the beach[/quote]

That's exactly why I don't swim anymore!

Wow does this question bring back memories. As a child, we lived in a house with no running water and no bathroom. My mother lugged water from the neighboring farm (my grandmothers farm) and we bathed in the kitchen sink. The outhouse wasn't far away.

It wasn't until I was 9 years old that my parents could finally afford a real house. My father was died one year later in a car accident.


You are right, we don't know how good we have it.

We had one when we moved to the farm. I would not use it, because I was scared of it. It was not long before my folks put indoor plumbing in. I was 3 yr old.