# 2 Wash Tub

I remember those days, #3 tub when I visited my cousins, it fit 2 kids. We don't realize how good we have it sometimes eh Larry.

Warming some bricks in the fire to warm my feet as settle into my unheated room and that's easier than hanging wet burlap to hang around the porch in the summer.

TV channels: 2...4...5..7...9..11...13?.... and, you actually had to get up, walk over to the TV to change the channels....and...."rabbit-ear" antennas, to boost the weak signal. Kiddie shows on live TV- that were moral, taught us lessons, were wholesome, and safe to watch. Snotty, back-talking kids were simply not tolerated, especially by parents, teachers, and, never.... on TV shows.

Presidents Washington and Lincoln both had their own special holiday celebrations.  Both are now forgotten...or despised.

There certainly is that other side of the coin.
All the modern luxuries are taken for granted by the punks that “feel” that they are somehow suffering.

My grandma didn’t have indoor plumbing either, and had a wood fired stove. All of us kids took turns in the same water, it was pretty grey water after the last kid, but we smelled like soap.

YOU had hot water??

Well, La De Da!!!!!

I sat in a stock tank with a bar of Fels Naptha soap. Had to drain and refill the tank, too. Fortunately, it was not that cold outside.

I remember my dad telling how happy he was, as a youngster before WW2, when he was able to go to the hardware store and buy a hatchet so he didn't have to cut firewood for the stove with a butcher knife anymore.

Yep, in many ways we have it so much easier.

A friend and I were playing in a giant puddle in front of his house with toy boats and various plastic troops and amphibious vehicles (matchbox cars, etc.)and wound up just coated with mud. His mom brought two tubs out to the front porch and made us strip and climb in. Right in front of God and everybody! I'm guessing the water was warm or I'd remember it. She threw our clothes in with her next load of laundry (wringers!) and hung them out to dry in their back yard. I had to wear some of his clothes until mine were dry. We were probably four or five at the time as it was just the two of us and all of our older siblings were in school. They really were the good old days (early sixties).

I forgot about the 9volt battery AM radio taped to the handle bars. You had to stop if it was a really good song as changing directions could cause loss of signal.

I remember our house that had the bathroom added on to the back of the kitchen like an afterthought. My aunts and uncles had outhouses and hand pumps in the kitchen for water. I slept on a featherbed in front of the wood burning stove in the kitchen and had to get up at 5:30 so aunt Hattie could cook breakfast and I could feed the chickens and collect the eggs. While I was doing that uncle Jack was milking the cows and I had to churn the milk after breakfast.
We had a glass mold that we pressed the fresh butter into. I was most impressed by the variety of wildlife that thrived in the bottom of the outhouse.

And then there was the monthly drill where we left our classroom and went into the hall, knelt down and put our hands over our heads and kissed our asses goodbye.

Hey now!
The desk I'm sitting at is one of those heavy metal desks that I picked up from a GSA surplus sale about 25 years ago. 

Yep...got a Collins receiver surplus ($10.00) from the Army down when I lived in Hell/Miami at a surplus store that had everything...even bazookas (could get the shells for those from the guy "in the back".  Back when the Bay of Pigs invasion was still in the planning stage.