@Imaoldhippie
Yep...the torture of that icy seat would make a Spartan sob!!!!
( Quote appears to be from the poem"Ode to the Outhouse" by
James Whitcome Riley although there's not agreement on WHO wrote the poem....if you've ever had an "outhouse" this poem will ring true and bring back "fond" memories!!!)"
We DID have an outhouse...at our very rural summer camp property in the Poconos that was purchased in 1909. Over time and use, the camp were piped with well water and indoor plumbing but in it's rudimentary camp form, the outhouse was the "place to go".
It was the size of a small phone booth...a "one holer" if you will!!!
I always wondered who in the long lost family of ancient relatives dug the approx 10 foot deep hole BELOW the outhouse....in PA it's very rocky in that that area....or at least 100 pounds of rock to every teaspoon of dirt!!
In the end....the outhouse was mostly neglected. Someone along the way painted the interior pink.Spiders as big as one's hand lived in the outhouse so we were afraid of it....especially the one summer drought we had to use it because there was a severe water shortage for toilet use.....at that time, we learned what really HOT weather meant inside the outhouse!!!
As children in the 1960s, we spent summers at that camp, away from the heat of NYC. No TV, no radio, we played outside from dawn to dusk with neighbor kids who became summer friends. We played cards. We talked. We swam and played in the woods. On Labor Day, we all packed up and returned to the City.
Sometimes we used the outhouse.
They were the best times of my life.