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It was there in the dark of the
night.
In the rain
and snow.
In
the blizzard you could rely on
it being at the end of the rope.
~
It
never complained, though sometimes
it had good reason to.
It
was usually the last building to
be painted, if painted at all.
It
was the blunt of a many a joke.
Beit
name calling, the Little House,
the Privy, the Whitehorse, the
Little Whitehouse, the
John or Aunt So 'n So.
Be it
physical, tipping or moving so the
hole was in front of the door.
I
seen one, one day after
Halloween in the middle of
town.
Funny thing
though they tended to all look
alike, but everyone knew
to whom it belonged to.
~
It
was the start of recycling. We
used the Sears Catalog and other
types of paper. Sometimes they
were one, two, and three holers!
~
Though
it was home to the spiders
(shivers here).
Cold
and splintery to sit upon.
It
still had to be visited.
~
But
through it all it was there for
us when we needed it.
Our
unsung hero of the past.
Shirl McNeely
©1998 -
2006 and beyond©


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You are probably wondering where
and how did she come up with
this crazy idea.
One
evening about 6 year ago I was
going over the e-mail I received
on this one list I belonged to.
We had been talking about things
in the past, bringing back old
memories. When I opened this
letter and that got me to
thinking, {my husband said that
is a bad thing, me thinking}.
What Victorian home would be
complete with out one? Now I
live in the country and I don't
have one at this time but I sure
remember then.
My next
page you will see some crazy
ones, expensive one, and even a
place that has outhouse races
every year!
So please
go to my next page! I am
sure you will enjoy it. It was
the first one I put up oh say
about 1999. I completely updated
it and have some new links to
replace the ones no longer on
the web. It may take a while to
load as there are a lot of
graphics on it.
This one
I am doing in the year 2005 soon
to be 2006!
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The Sad looking out house I found
on the web, the two holer was on stationery I brought
years ago.
The Lady Typer I found at:

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