Oh boy…the outhouse, what a smelly place. What farm would be complete without one? Probably not many of you reading this have
ever used one as your primary bathroom, but we did. Sometimes life on the farm was primitive when
I look back on things we endured during those years.
Once we moved into the sharecroppers shacks from the Colonial
trailer (much like an Airstream), it was a couple of years before anyone added
the addition onto the shacks doubling them in size and adding an indoor
bathroom. What a luxury this was, yet
our grandparents had an inside bathroom in the farmhouse way before this, but Papaw
was very set in his ways. He refused to
use it for months, preferring the outhouse instead. He didn’t fancy new ways, he would always
say, and was happy with things the way they were.
Outhouse and calf shed demolished after Hurricane Carla
We lost part of the chicken coop, the screen door to the
house, and part of a big tree among other things during the hurricane, but it
was probably a blessing in disguise. The
shacks were still standing when we returned home, so the situation could’ve
been a lot worse. That was the only time
we ever had a direct hit from a hurricane.
