[Born to Conserve]

“I’m old enough to remember pay toilets, and towels made of real cloth that came on a spool.”

I’m also “old enough”. Picking up dad at the train station, a daily ritual for my my mom and I of five years, I remember the facilities available to the clientele (who were mostly upper middle class). Strongest stale urine smell, dirt floor, no doors, no running water, no sit down options... Hard to believe that was mid sixties suburbia. Of course there were also dairy farms and traveling circuses with similar ambiance.

Life was awesome then.

[thecodont]

I’m also “old enough”. Picking up dad at the train station, a daily ritual for my my mom and I of five years, I remember the facilities available to the clientele (who were mostly upper middle class). Strongest stale urine smell, dirt floor, no doors, no running water, no sit down options... Hard to believe that was mid sixties suburbia. Of course there were also dairy farms and traveling circuses with similar ambiance.

I was rather surprised (this was in the 1980s) to see in suburban Maryland (not far outside of Washington, DC) a little train station whose "facilities" were the classic little wooden house: a one-seater with a spool of toilet paper, no running water. I thought it was a joke and then reconsidered the suroundings.