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Discussion in 'Camp and Trail Gear' started by Carbon 6, Jan 14, 2020.
Oh, I have.
You got that right. The blessed lid is one panel. Good grief.
Most out houses I saw on farms as a kid were two holers. I imagine it was so at night you could go out there with your honey and hold hands while you used it.
No. In an outhouse, it was intended as a means to allow one pile to settle whilst the other was "being added to."
By James Whitcomb Riley
The Passing of the Backhouse
When memory keeps me company and moves to smiles and tears,
A weather-beaten object looms through the mist of years.
Behind the house and barn it stood, a half a mile or more.
And hurrying feet a path had made straight to its swinging door.
Its architecture was a type of simple classic art.
But in the tragedy of life it played a leading part;
And oft the passing traveler drove slow and heaved a sigh
To see the modest hired girl slip out with glances shy.
We had our posy garden that the women loved so well
I loved it too, but better still I loved the stronger smell
That filled the evening breezes so full of homely cheer,
And told the night - o'ertaken tramp that human life was near,
On lazy August afternoons it made a little bower,
Delightful, where my grandsire sat and whiled away an hour.
For there the summer morning its very cares entwined.
And berry bushes reddened in the steaming soil behind.
All day fat spiders spun their web to catch the buzzing flies
That flitted to and from the house, where Ma was making pies.
And once a swarm of hornets bold had built a palace there,
And stung my unsuspecting aunt--I must not tell where;
Then father took a flaming pole--that was a happy day--
He nearly burned the building up, but the hornets left to stay.
When summer bloom began to fade and winter to carouse,
We banked the little building with a heap of hemlock boughs.
But when the crust was on the snow and sullen skies were gray,
In sooth, the building was no place where one could wish to stay.
We did our duties promptly there, one purpose swayed the mind;
We tarried not, nor lingered long, on what we left behind.
The torture of the icy seat would make a Spartan sob,
For needs must scrape the goose-flesh with a lacerating cob,
That from a frost-encrusted nail hung pendant by a string.
My father was a frugal man and wasted not a thing.
When grandpa had to "go out back" and make his morning call,
We'd bundle up the dear old man with muffler and a shawl.
I knew the hole on which he sat--'twas padded all around,
And once I dared to sit there-'twas all too wide I found;
My loins were all too little and I jack-knifed there to stay.
They had to come and get me out or I'd have passed away.
Then father said ambition was a thing boys should shun,
And I must use the children's hole 'till childhood's days were done.
But still I marvel at the craft that cut those holes so true;
The baby hole, and the slender hole that fitted Sister Sue,
That dear old country landmark; I've tramped around a bit,
And in the lap of luxury my lot has been sit;
But e'er I die I'll eat the fruit of trees I robbed of yore,
Then seek the shanty where my name is carved upon the door.
I ween the old familiar smell will soothe my jaded soul;
I'm now a man, but none the less, I'll try the children's hole.
An outhouse in winter is still better than leaning over a log.
saw this in a bus station when I was in the ARMY when you put a quarter in the devise on the door to open it. HERE I SIT BROKEN HARTED PAID A NICKLE AND ONLY FARTED!!! a nickel, get it? it was in 1960.
I also saw a TRUCKERS PRAYER on another wall of one- OH LORD BE FOR I DIE AND TURN TO DUST PLEASE LET ME PASS A GREYHOUND BUS!!! ever notice that years that a GREY HOUND BUS always passed every thing on the road and cops never pulled them over?? again back in the 60's.
Lime or even kitty litter would poison or ruin the soil fertility when used as fertilizer later. It was called an "earth" closet for a reason. Soil + manure = great
Lime would also destroy the toilet.
Sawdust would be a good option.
Oh I do not know about the lime destroying the out house Carbon 6, when I was younger the little wood building out back (way back) would get limed down the hole and freshly scrubbed every Friday evening. Was one of my least favorite chores. Then along comes a stint in the Marine Corps you just have not lived a full life until you pulled duty burning the half 55 gal drums with the days offerings from your fellow Marines, about 5 gal. of diesel fuel and a match, also a long stick to stir the pot with, better hope the wind did not shift to quickly you during the process. I wonder if Loyalist Dave will chime in on this. Back to the out house as far as I know it is still there.
Now that’s some s...tuff!
Wasn't talking about an outhouse, I was talking about this.
Smo, Do not know about them things, just the drafts from down under on a frosty morning.
It has been 55 years since I toured President Buchanan's home outside of Lancaster PA. He was I think the first to have indoor plumbing in his house. What I recall of the hopper, it was a very shallow oblong metal bowl with a hole in the bottom that seemed too small to carry much effluent.
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