The outhouse was a simple brick construction built around a very deep hole, with a crude brick and wood seat over the crater. The roof made of corrugated iron rattled in the wind. When it rained the drops hammered down fon the metal creating a deafening din. Using them was an interesting experience.
My son, Brent, was to my mind, the perfect child. He did not do any of things his elder brother or sister did. He did not play hooky, Nor did he show the complete lack of interest in anything educational, like. his sister, Laura. She preferred to spend her mind on things more important, like animals, or fairies, or some such........ click too find out more.
On my hike down memory lane, I stumbled across this gem......... Toilet Paper: Tale of a Tail! Living with my daughter, Laura, after she adopted me following my double whammy of losing my husband and my son within five months of each other. And NO, it wasn’t because I was extra careless and couldn’t find them one day. (Something Laura used to say)