maybe the wife could start contributing a little to the family income...
Posted on 02/16/2014 12:13:54 PM PST by Kaslin
LOL! I am pretty old and ladies didn’t use naughty words when I was young.
lol the 50 yard toilet was an outhouse. Minimum distance from house (if you get my drift)
When that poem was written the toilet was probably in the little house behind the house.
Ah, how stupid of me!
We had an ice box and a coal furnace, but we also had a real live flush terlet! With 4 other kids and mom and dad, the wait made it seem like it was 50 yards away, though. Our yard was too small for an outhouse. We didn't even have room to park a car.
You do know that is the reason some of us still call them ice boxes don't you?
WE lived in an old Houston neighborhood called the Houston Heights.
Our daughter bought an old house in that neighborhood and she said she and several neighbors could not figure why they all had a small hill of dirt about 50 feet from the back door.
I figured that when the Heights got city sewage lines, they dumped the dirt where the outhouse had been. After that she referee to that spot as “sh** hill”.
Or she might learn of the additional (and substantial) largess available if only she would kick him out of the house and take on the State as her husband.
we also had a ice box with a horse drawn wagon delivering ice twice a week. Indoor plumbing, but we were city folk, rural areas still had outhouses. But when dad bought property on Lake Huron, that was our summer place....2 large army tents. One for eating and reading, the other for sleep in the summer. The first outhouse dad built was too close to the eating tent. Mom made him fill it in and he dug one over on the far side of the place. Grandma’s farm had an outhouse and chamber pots under each bed..I could give up quite a few modern things, but indoor plumbing is worth going to war for..
In days of olde
when knights were bold
and toilets yet invented
they laid their load
upon the road
and walked away contented.
funny....:O)
I married a gal just like you :)
geesh...it was tongue in cheek.
don’t want to start a fight or even a serious debate but wasn’t it “beans, beans, the MUSICAL fruit”? And I apologize for even getting that far-.
It was Mexican fruit at my house, we ate a lot of Mexican food (still do) but you can call it anything you want to. Musical works! :)
You must be one of them thar city slickers.
It was in the back of the house.
Waaaay in back of the house.
In my 20s, I often felt like a total retard. You do get tired of people laughing at your naivete. It was the 60s, after all.
Then, in my 50s, I thought it was charming when, on a family trip to Vegas, my DIL saw a hooker outside a hotel and in all seriousness said “I wonder why she thinks she has to do that? She’s pretty enough to get a boyfriend.”
We change with the times, I guess.
I’m going to go with satire.
maybe the wife could start contributing a little to the family income...
leftists will probably take it seriously and be nodding
More than tongue and cheek, I read sarcasm and deep regret
Yeah, when I was a kid we lived on a 30x116 city lot. I thought it was huge. We had one big maple tree. Fun neighborhood in the 50s with nice people and kids running all over the place. Current value with house, $13,000.
Neighborhood is crap now. I drove through on a bitter cold Sunday a few weeks ago during NFL season. That’s the only safe time. One of the old stores from my childhood was still standing. The side wall was painted with a mural showing obama and the words, “Free obama phones! E-Z Cellular.”
Spent a lot of time on my brother’s farm in my late teens, early twenties and got a feel for open space and hard outdoor work. Never had that much land.
Now Mrs. RWA and I got a nice little retirement place for a great price on an acre, which is enough for the two of us and the dog right now. Not country but not city. The kids are out on their own.
Plenty of work to do on the neglected property. Got a nice big storage building for my toys. Maples, oaks, pines in the back, a huge oak and spruce out front, and still have some young elms hanging in there, grapes, pears. Some dying ash, too, darn it. Borers.
Lot of critters around and nice neighbors, just like us. Grow some food and plants. Quiet. Simple pleasures. People help each other and are able to keep an eye on things, if you know what I mean. Mrs. RWA, I, and the dog, like to walk around in the pines when the snow is on them. About 14” of packed snow back there now with some more on the way tomorrow. Dog sinks in a bit but he loves it. Tries to dig down to the dirt, but there’s a layer of ice down there.
No outhouse. The dog doesn’t need one and we have a nice flush toilet. The septic got replaced with real live sewers before we bought the place.
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