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The privy, or outside toilet, Mother said, was called this because what happened within was private.
On the nail were neatly cut newspaper squares threaded on white twine. It was used if you were outside playing, or you had an upset tummy. Otherwise, we used the bathroom indoors; with the softest of tissue. The privy was a remnant of a bygone age; put to use by Mum.
You could read the newsprint on my bum and us giggling sisters often tried … until Mum caught us and locked the door. The privy was never to be used again.
Thanks for the Privy tale – yes very familiar with using it way back then and on the farm. Had to be careful of thise critters out there
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Wouldn’t want critters biting er bum. 😲
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🦂🐜🕷 no no
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ah. That takes me back to spending time at my Granny’s, she had an outdoor privy beside the coal cellar. My sis and I would use it if we were playing out the back
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Yes! Though they had long gone officially along with pantry’s and sculeries, people with brick ones scrubbed and whitewashed them and used them so as not to get soil in the house from gardening or just mucky kids. Thanks for reading ome back soon. Happy 2018.
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My mom visited England in the 70s and said many homes still had outside potties. She said many of the older generation preferred the outside privy to an inside one, due to it being more of a norm there. Is that true? Our summer cabin still has a privy, but we call it the “Hootie”. It’s deluxe, with two seats, a magazine rack, real TP, and a high tech poo fan that blows the stinky air out. It was an integral part of our summer cabin experience!
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No, the sixties there were still many, but by the seventies the only ones left were in privately owned homes where they became store rooms or sheds. Some kept the brick ones for when they were gardening, save the mud being traipsed in the house. But yours sounds quite plush … We’d call one like that the “throne room” hahahaa! Happy new year thanks for popping by.
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Hahaha! “The throne room”! Happy New Year to you!
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I am soooo glad that privies are no longer a thing. I mean, cold bottoms are never fun…and they really do seem to be magnets for spiders!!
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And illicit meetings back in the day so another blogger recalled . I couldn’t think of a worse place yeukk!
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We did have an outside toilet, although it was definitely more a home for the spiders. I remember that there was a plant pot in there on which my dad had written “This is a plant pot and not a pee pot” 🙂 The outside loo has long since been demolished and is not part of a much more comfortable inside shower room. I wonder where the spiders went, And the plant-pot-not-a-pee-pot.
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Probably the spiders peed in it all along, their own outside inside privvy.
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😀
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😁😂😃😄
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Very nice story, Ellen! I enjoyed picturing the little girls giggling over the words from the newspaper clippings. My parents have a cabin that we visit most weekends in the summer, and the outhouse still stands there. It is always a fascination of the little kids, as the outhouse is now on the verge of becoming extinct. 🙂 It does get used,however, if we brave the cabin in the winter, as the cabin has no running water this time of year. Happy New Year!
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Wow i think, you may have to be mad to brave a winter visir.of course it must be deer season so many folks will brave such cabins. Happy 2018. Thanks for coming.
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Ha! Yes, we usually try to make it up once per winter for some cross-country skiing and ice-fishing. That little outhouse may just be used yet. 🙂
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Brrrrrrrrrr….
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Oh, the memories of staying at cottages in Northern Michigan. Great times, not the outhouse so much as that was freezing cold. But the other fun that came with staying there. Wonderful.
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I’m pleased it found your memories. Happy 2018.
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Happy 2018 to you as well!!
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We only had an outside loo when I was a young child and I can still remember how cold the seat was in the middle of winter – thanks for the memory, Ellen!
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Those golden memories that today’s children will never experience… lucky devils.😆
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Dear Ellen, I really liked your story and you give people a lot of things to reminiscence about! Wonderful! Merry Christmas!
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What a lovely comment thank you Nan. And Merry Christmas to you.
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So glad I’ve never had to use an outhouse. Nice story!
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Those spiders and creatures ‘blluugh’ not to mention cold bottoms .
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Aaaargh!!!
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I would shout “I’m a celebrity get me outa ere nnnoooowww!”
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Haha! Celebrities need to experience ‘harsh reality’ in order to develop empathy for those not so fortunate. 😉
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I didn’t say I was one just that I would shout it 😉
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Delightful.. and there were times I would enjoy the outhouse a lot… especially sitting there reading in summer… Winter nights were different though
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Jack frost nibbling a ye bits… nasty business. 😂😁😃😃
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And that darkness outside…
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I’ve peed in nicer brighter places.
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Beats palm-reading, I guess. 🙂
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Fewer lines… hahaa
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We only used newspaper when the telephone directory ran out.
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If they had phone numbers they would probably have been better at maths. 😃😂
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A jolly good tale, Ellen.
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Nice of you to say. X
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FUNNY!
I named the group, Friday Fictioneers six years ago! I stopped when my ideas started “reappearing” in other posts. Having two casts of characters in my head proved too noisy when writing novels too. I do miss the exercise.
I remember Russell! Is he running it now?
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No Susie, Rochelle runs it, there is a press here link at the begining of my post if you want a peek.
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Gotcha! Rochelle took over for Madison Woods who started it. Thanks.
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This was a fun piece, My gramma has an outhouse, the old wooden kind in her yard for the same reasons, so this definitely brought on a case of nostalgia. ” My house should only smell like cookies and blackberry jam.” Thank you for this bitesized read ♥Sin
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It is a pleasure and I wish all houses smelt of cookies and jam *huge sniff* 😁
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me too!!!!! ok ok mine typically does beacuase im forever baking something or making candles, atleast it gets rid of the icky teenage funk my younger brother produces.
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Mine smells of putty and paint as we are remodeling the house. But it could be worse,
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Ehhhh… you had a privy? That were luxury…. (See ‘Four Yorkshiremen’ Sketch..)
Wouldn’t it be perfect if the headline was about the Cheeky Girls on the papers that day?
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Well a journalists take would be far more saucy I am sure.
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An interesting read and well made in 100 words and less – gosh, so easy to forget how life used to be… makes you remember not to take everything for granted and be thankful! Sim x
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Thanks for coming, i must say the short word counts teach discipline and stop you wasting words. They give readers nice bites to read with their lunch.
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Great picture! I feel whiny now as I complained about cold toilets in school recently but they were indoor at least😂
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Haha i’d whine if mine was cold too.
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Lovely simple story. Really enjoyed the read thanx
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Your welcome, pop back anytime.
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This made me laugh. There’s still a privy or two about and in use. I think most people bring the nice loo roll outside now too lol. My nana has one still and it’s used in the summer when everyone plays outside. My husbands family have one too.
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They do have their uses.
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As a teenager living on my grandparent’s farm, we had an “outhouse” of “thunderbox” We did have regular toilet paper, but often the farm animals would wander in, and reading material consisted of old copies of the Reader’s Digest. Great short stories!
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Haha! I think I’d want out quickly and not sit long enough to read.
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That was so much fun to read…. reading from their butts… LOL!
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Kids will be kids, they were all fluent readers…
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Ha ha – newsprint on their bums!
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Teeeheee!
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I popped to yours for a read. 😘
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Wait. Are they reading it off her butt?! LOL!
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Yup, like most red tops they only print bum news… haaaaha!
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I got a chuckle out it too. Sears & Roebuck catalog was an outhouse standby here. I was always picky about which ones I tore out and tried to save the sporting goods section for reading material while doing my business.
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Ohhh pooh! *holds nose* too much informarion.
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What a headline story. The imagery is so innocent. It’s nice to be reminded of those days. Well done, ellenbest24.
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Thank you kind sir *bats lashes* 😉
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Dear Ellen,
I laugh as I envision the girls trying to read the newsprint. This reads more like a delightfully true story than fiction. Is it? Either way, I enjoyed it.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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My imagination once more ran rampant, Rochelle thanks for the opportunity … shalom.
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