Jul. 2, 2021


Looking back on my teenage years, my favorite time of year was spring. I’m sure it had to do with school ending and summer being close.  Wonderful summer....with fun days of swimming, sunbathing, falling in love again, and again…. but, at the same time, I dreaded summer.

Mostly, I dreaded my family’s annual trip to Fornfelt, Missouri, to visit relatives. Oh, please don’t misunderstand…I loved my grandparents, but I despised their outhouse. It was only in later years that I realized the smallness of my thinking; the limited attitude of my youth. My father worked constantly to provide for our family. We were considered average…middle-class…certainly not wealthy by any standards but, in the eyes of poor people, our family was rich because…we had an indoor bathroom.

Re-examining my memories, I know now that my grandparents were extremely- poor. If it hadn’t been for their five grown children, the oldest being my father, they would have suffered a pitiful existence. Luckily, my father and his siblings sent their parents money, regularly, to pay for rent, utilities, groceries, and medical bills---ALL their needs.   But, it wasn’t enough to raise their standard of living in such a poor town like Fornfelt where almost everyone had an outhouse.

During one of our summertime visits, I accidently-crossed-paths with the Outhouse Cleaner. He was a very old man with a horse-drawn wagon who had the responsibility of scooping outhouse waste into large metal drums, attached to his wagon. He probably made just- enough money to feed his horse and himself but I’m only assuming because…I don’t really know. I feel certain it was no accident he performed his outhouse duties at night, under cover of darkness.

For centuries, the outhouse was the accepted place to perform bodily functions; to answer nature’s call; to relieve ones-self.  Outhouses didn’t have lights, running water, heating or cooling, and, most importantly, there was no toilet paper.  Anyone headed to the outhouse must not forget to grab tissues, newspapers, or whatever helped with the business ahead.

 Traditional outhouses were equipped with one or two round holes cut into a board that served as seats for outhouse users. If you were lucky, the outhouse you used had a “top” for each hole---- large circles of wood with a handle on top. Unfortunately, my grandparents’ outhouse didn’t have hole-covers and the only thing worse than staring at mounds of human waste-- was the smell!  The odor in the outhouse was breathtakingly-horrible, so bad ... no one wanted to linger…once business was finished.

I see it often----a Television Commercial showing bears talking about using the bathroom and preferring the softness of a certain brand of toilet paper.  One of the Bears, I think it’s Poppa Bear, says “Everyone has to go so why not enjoy the go?”  I find the commercial irritating because yes, we all “go” but enjoying it isn’t mandatory. Yet, where you do "your business" shouldn't be a traumatic experience. I often think how something so simple as indoor plumbing, a basic bathroom, could have enhanced the quality of my grandparents' lives. Too bad we can't relive the past--if only for a few moments -- to add additional happiness where-needed.

NOW, For Today’s challenge:  Think about where you use the bathroom every day.  You take it for granted that the bathroom will be warm in winter, cool in summer--- that the toilet will flush---that you’ll have enough toilet paper and…. when you’ve finished... there'll be a sink nearby—with running water--- for hand-washing.

The next time you “take a bathroom break”….remember how good you have it.  Even with today's modern technology and major advancements, too-many people still use the bathroom…outside.  And, like those I met in China's countryside, most aren’t fortunate-enough to have even a shelter---- like an outhouse.

Sally Miller

PS….and, IN MY OPINION, the huge spiders that live in Outhouses are as dreadful as the smell!

Latest comments

17.10 | 01:42

I miss being Facebook friends with you! Hope you are well and happy.

Tammy Brookover Jay

15.10 | 01:28

Love all of this. I'm so lucky to be your neighbor,

30.08 | 16:26

Sally, my friend, I love your writings and sometimes they make me cry and then smile. I love you as if I had known you all my life. God Bless you each and every day in all you do.

29.08 | 19:19

Lol, I loved reading this story! As a female that dated a couple men with Harleys, I totally understand and met Harley Guy myself, many times over!
I hope you get your 3wheels someday soon!

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