Stop Whining

You got a few years on me not many though. Remembering the outhouse carrying the warm toilet seat from house in winter hand pump well in yard for drinking water and the cistern in basement with hand pump on kitchen counter for washing. Saturday night the big galvanized round wash tub would be in the middle of the kitchen floor mom would heat water on stove and we would all take a bath. Heat was an oil fired space heater every night dad would fill it with 5 gal diesel from a barrel by the back door. But we never thought we had it rough it was just the way we lived. Have many warm and fuzzy memories