When we moved to our farm in McLemore Cove in 1987, there was a delapidated old house,
built around 1850, on the property, and behind it, an outhouse. It was probably not as old as the house, but had obviously been there a long time
At the time our son Don was married in 1990, we had just finished building a new barn and had not yet put it into use. We spread wood shavings on the dirt floor and used it to host Don's and Kim's rehearsal dinner the evening before the wedding. It was a lively occasion, much enjoyed by all. My parents came from Indiana, and Kim's grandparents and great-grandmother came from Texas.
Because of a lack of sanitary facilities, and in keeping with the rustic spirit of the occasion, we moved the old outhouse to a spot near the barn, fitted it with a new seat, toilet paper, disinfecting hand-wipes, and a bucket of quicklime. For most of the guests it was a new experience in genuine country living.
After the party, we left the outhouse in place. A few years later I noticed one of our cows standing near the facility with a bemused expression on her face, as if waiting her turn. Naturally, I made a picture.
They must have used some pretty tough wood to make that little building, because it was still there when we sold the farm 31 years later.
Photograph and text copyright 2022, David B.Jenkins.
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Soli Gloria Deo
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