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There were no hook-ups for campers, either. You had to walk about a mile or so to the outhouses and washing was another story altogether. That was a once in a lifetime trip for me. I suppose that was as close as I ever came to experiences of our ancestors before in home plumbing and I can truly appreciate that modern convenience. We used to call them chamber pots.
My dad called them thunder pots too, my grandmother still had one when I was growing up, a commode in her bedroom which was upstairs and not close to a bathroom. If they give you the shivers, consider the poor nurses and nursing assistants who still empty the modern version bedpan every day.
Anybody who loves poems that really reach out to you would love this book! Meanwhile, I wrote a blog post a couple months ago on how to determine the value of an item before paying an appraiser to appraise it. Although each of the seven sections Lunatic, Loneliness, Laughter, I received a free copy from the author in return for an honest review. Email required Address never made public. Heather Wilkinson Rojo says: Even though the book is broken down into individual poems they are categorized into 7 sections: How would you like that job?
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Oh the little things I have quickly learned to be thankful for. I do recall being told the house I was born in had no indoor plumbing.
There were no and I do mean no bath houses at this camp ground. There were no hook-ups for campers, either. You had to walk about a mile or so to the outhouses and washing was another story altogether. That was a once in a lifetime trip for me.
I suppose that was as close as I ever came to experiences of our ancestors before in home plumbing and I can truly appreciate that modern convenience. We used to call them chamber pots.
My dad called them thunder pots too, my grandmother still had one when I was growing up, a commode in her bedroom which was upstairs and not close to a bathroom. If they give you the shivers, consider the poor nurses and nursing assistants who still empty the modern version bedpan every day. You are commenting using your WordPress. You are commenting using your Twitter account.
slop-jar (plural slop-jars). (US, dated) A container used for urinating or defecating when it is not possible or convenient to use a bathroom or toilet; a bedpan. Slop jar definition is - a large pail used as a chamber pot or to receive waste water from a washbowl or the contents of chamber pots.
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This is the story of an ordinary family, trying to live an ordinary life during an extraordinary time frame, and the lessons they learn through experience. Everyone Has a Story. The Early Portable Potty: Please check out the weekly Family Heirloom stories of… Blogger: January 24, at 6: Evelyn Smallwood Smith says: January 24, at 8: Heather Wilkinson Rojo says: January 25, at 7: January 26, at 8: January 28, at 4: Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here