I remember that , as a small kid, the outhouse my grandfather had. A 'two holer'. I don't ever remember sharing the place with anyone though.
A Tough Generation
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Mine used the buckle end of the belt. There were four children in the house, but he liked to hit me most. I left home at 15, and never looked back. I ended up having to be his POA when he got older. Payback was a Rosie O'Donnell.Yep. I think now of my poor dad coming home really tired and having to get out the belt. Fortunately he wore very light thin belts
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Rosie O'Donnell? Putting words into my mouth, are you?
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I've seen other swear words. I think.I see you're new here. Welcome to the Ruger autocorrect forum!
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We used to shoot pop bottle rockets at each other out of conduit.
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If anyone got into a fight at our high school, the principal would give them the choice of suspension, or participating in the "smoker", held in the gymnasium once a month. They would have a makeshift ring at center court, and the two kids would have to box each other with 16 oz gloves. They would have DECA selling snacks and sodas to raise monies. And in the end, the two would become friends, most of the time.
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That's how it was on my first Aircraft Carrier except there five on each side.
After a while no one cared, just do your business and move on.
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Yep same in the USAF Barracks in the 60sThat's how it was on my first Aircraft Carrier except there five on each side.
After a while no one cared, just do your business and move on.
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In the 1940s and 1950s, my grandfather and grandmother lived in a small house sitting on two acres of land in East Dallas, just south of the Trinity River. Pawpaw and Mamaw babysat my sister and me while mom and dad worked.
In the early 1950s Pawpaw hauled in two 600sf wooden homes and fixed them up for their parents (my great grandparents) to live in. Pawpaw even plumbed those two shacks so they had indoor running water and indoor restrooms, something my great grandparents hadn't ever had before. But one of my great grandmothers, Granny Beasley, absolutely would NOT use that indoor commode for its intended purpose, and instead continued to use a nearby outhouse...summer or winter - made no difference.
In fact, the only reasons Granny Beasley used that commode were for (a) washing her hands, and (2) filling up her percolator for morning coffee. My sister and I made note of that. Not knowing who else might have used Granny Beasley's commode for its intended purpose, we NEVER ate or drank anything that Granny Beasley tried to give us.
In the early 1950s Pawpaw hauled in two 600sf wooden homes and fixed them up for their parents (my great grandparents) to live in. Pawpaw even plumbed those two shacks so they had indoor running water and indoor restrooms, something my great grandparents hadn't ever had before. But one of my great grandmothers, Granny Beasley, absolutely would NOT use that indoor commode for its intended purpose, and instead continued to use a nearby outhouse...summer or winter - made no difference.
In fact, the only reasons Granny Beasley used that commode were for (a) washing her hands, and (2) filling up her percolator for morning coffee. My sister and I made note of that. Not knowing who else might have used Granny Beasley's commode for its intended purpose, we NEVER ate or drank anything that Granny Beasley tried to give us.
My dad served aboard a destroyer throughout WW II. He told the the toilets were simply troughs long enough to accomodate 10 or 12 men at the same time. The troughs were on a slope; sea water was pumped into the top end, and drained out of the ship at the bottom end. Everyone sat on a hole in the trough cover whenever they had to perform either bodily function,.That's how it was on my first Aircraft Carrier except there five on each side.
After a while no one cared, just do your business and move on.
I've heard this same "trough" configuration described by other sailors (my dad's cousin, for one), including the "prank" where a sailor would light a roll of toilet paper and put it in the "up-hill" end of the trough. Newbies were the targets. Anyone sitting downhill would get a scorched butt as the lighted roll floated by, and everyone else got a good laugh.
I've carried a knife left front everyday since the second grade. It never crossed my mind to pull it someone no matter what events unfolded at school. Fists were sufficient.
Never took a gun to school as our place wasn't that far and I was out hunting a few minutes after school.
Never took a gun to school as our place wasn't that far and I was out hunting a few minutes after school.
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I think the two hole outhouses were to utilize a bigger hole and get even coverage. I’m sure they were used by two people at once too.
Some interesting toilet pictures I use in my class
This is for fighter pilots.
Some interesting toilet pictures I use in my class
This is for fighter pilots.
Saw lots of similar situations in the latrines of the US Army.
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I use to hate when my Grandfather would come over for dinner. He and my Dad both loved Liver and Onions which is nasty stuff IMHO. Mom and I went hungry on those nights. 
Then when I was in the USAF we would have that crap every two weeks or so.
Then when I was in the USAF we would have that crap every two weeks or so.
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Chicken livers and eggs are my favorite meal. I don’t care for beef liver.
We ate what was cooked no matter what it was. I like most things, so it wasn’t hard for me.
My sister used to eat the dogs food if she didn’t like what my mom made for supper.
We ate what was cooked no matter what it was. I like most things, so it wasn’t hard for me.
My sister used to eat the dogs food if she didn’t like what my mom made for supper.
I called it filters and onions... My mother couldn't boil a pot of water much less actually cook. I learned to cook when I was 8 for self defense measures. Sadly meals and mealtimes at home were less than pleasant. For most of my working life since the age of 14 I have worked the afternoon shift for the greatest number of years so eating dinner with people is unusual for me
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I could go to the grocery store to get stuff and they would just wright the total in their book for our family.
The same thing took place in a close buy country store in 1980
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My beloved Grandparents owned one of those places down in the deepest "hollers" of West Virginia. Some of my most cherished memories are of hanging out at Papa's store.
It's still there, or at least was about a decade ago. Papa retired and sold the place to Jake, a guy who had worked there as a teenager and never left. Jake was still in bidness at that time (@ 2009/10).
And here's Jake hisownself, still working behind the original candy counter I got so many goodies out of. For one or two weeks a year when Papa ran the place, I was literally "a kid in a candy store!" Ah, good times!
Growing up in Brooklyn, NY in the late '40's and the '50's, we climbed the "monkey bars" in the public parks, which were not on dirt or grass as shown in some of the pictures early in this thread, but upon solid concrete. We thought nothing of it. Those "parks" as I recall, had virtually no grass areas at all. Everything was concrete or asphalt. But still safer than playing in the actual streets and dodging cars coming down the street where the drivers used the horn rather than the brake if kids were playing there.
This is a painting of my grandfathers store. It was painted some time after he sold it but it was the local store (center section), bar, dance area (on the left). The restrooms were labeled "setters' and "pointers". Lots of hunting in that area then. The house to the right was where I lived till Mom and Dad built their home.
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Here I sit all broken hearted. Paid a dime to sh!t and only farted. Houston Hobby Airport when I worked there had these.
Houston Hobby Airport when I worked there had these.
Yesterday I took a chance,Here I sit all broken hearted. Paid a dime to sh!t and only farted.
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Saved my dime and pooped my pants...
My dads folks had an outhouse until I was 10 or 12 years old. I was amazed how I could outrun that mountain lion that was chasing me every time I had to make that trip up the hill in the dark
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Eating out in our family meant going to the A&W for a foot long Coney Island and a root beer.
This looks like 1957/58
My Dad and I ate a bunch of these.
This looks like 1957/58
My Dad and I ate a bunch of these.
There is a store near here that had Sugar Daddy bars. I can remember tasting one again after 40 years and it brought me back so quickly it was amazing. As far as foot long hotdogs go, I pulled out my tape measure and messed with the hotdog stand owner about them. I told him that it was short by a quarter inch. He laughed.
