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I remember days like that when we visited my grandmother.
posted by
Annicita
on November 5, 2022 at 8:15 PM
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Pretty much like the villages around here in those days. Those wretched bucket
toilets. One funny thing the men who collected them in the town. They would always
wish the owner A Happy Christmas holding the empty bucket in one hand.
Goodness you gave me the shivers as I walked with you down that Snow ridden
path. No wonder the siblings were desirous of a move.
posted by
C_C_T
on November 4, 2022 at 2:55 AM
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it sounds very much like our washing ...always on a Monday....and then when I was in the Bus it was a step back of course to a copper and hand wringer. We survived.
posted by
Kabu
on November 3, 2022 at 1:38 PM
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Good Morning
Pat, I'm not sure what I would do if I had to wash clothes like your family had to at that time. It was a lot of work for all of you. I give your Mom every bit of credit for doing the things she did to keep her family clean, warm, and fed. As far as your outhouse I detested them too. My grandparents had an outhouse and when we would go to see my aunt she had an outhouse too. At my aunt's house, we had to walk all the way past a huge garden to the back of the property to get to the outhouse. I dreaded every minute of that walk and then when you had to open the door to the outhouse I was so afraid of what was in there.
posted by
Goldiec
on November 3, 2022 at 7:24 AM
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