Thankful #18...

I am thankful for indoor plumbing.

I remember as a little girl, spending the night with my great great grandmother and her ‘old maid’ daughter.

I don’t recall if the house had electricity or not, I didn’t notice that. But I sure did notice the absence of a bathroom. The little country church just up the road where they attended services didn’t have one either.

I remember the trails that led to both of them. I remember the smell. And I remember looking over into that hole….uuugggghhh. Wish I could forget that !

I am thankful that when I ‘need to go’, I have only a few steps indoors to be in the appropriate place, no stench, and no horrendous sights.

I am thankful that I don’t have one of those ‘chamber pots’ under my bed, and I have never had to empty one of them.

I am indeed thankful for indoor plumbing. And it just amazes me that the men of this house will walk past two of them to go outside …..