Outhouses!

Yes, this is a sewer blog and an outhouse is not a sewer, but since this is a LOS OSOS sewer blog, outhouses did once figure in a protest on the Tri-W property about the then sewer project (not the sewer we finally got). Here is a shot of the shot in my book from Neil Farrell, then of the Bay News (now of the Estero Bay News).Thanks Neil, you were a huge help on my book!

The outhouses were placed as a warning, that stopping the sewer project would result in a shut down to using your home septic tank from the Regional Water Quality Control Board, and we'd all have these big boxes of necessity in our FRONT yards, probably because one would not fit between the fence and the house on many PZ lots to deliver the thing to the BACK yard, and of course how would you pump it out if in the back? (Fun fact - If you can go from the tanker truck to the back yard within 40 feet - you're good!)

So, running out of things about our sewer as it is running along just fine, I'll blog about history, and OUTHOUSES! A wonderful invention that we still use today. Remember the last time you were in one? Or, like many of us, did you need to repress that memory? (The fancy ones at budding wineries and outdoor movie sets are pretty nice though....)

History of the Outhouse - did you know: "...fossilized excrement can provide clues about the diet and health of past users."
https://toiletology.com/resources/history/history-of-the-outhouse/

MarBorg - serves four counties of the Central Coast!
https://www.marborg.com/

Port-a-Potty Rental Guide
https://www.portapotty.net/rental/

Pinterest
https://www.pinterest.com/mooomooo50/outhouses/

Now, for an abridged portable port-a-potty!
https://www.mypilotstore.com/MyPilotStore/sep/676?qryrmv=1&utm_source=bing&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=4-10&keyword=porta%20toilet

THE OUTHOUSE POEM 

Author Unknown

The service station trade was slow

The owner sat around,

With sharpened knife and cedar stick

Piled shavings on the ground.

No modern facilities had they,

The log across the rill

Led to a shack, marked His and Hers

That sat against the hill.

“Where is the ladies restroom, sir?”

The owner leaning back,

Said not a word but whittled on,

And nodded toward the shack.

With quickened step she entered there

But only stayed a minute,

Until she screamed, just like a snake

Or spider might be in it.

With startled look and beet red face

She bounded through the door,

And headed quickly for the car

Just like three gals before.

She missed the foot log – jumped the stream

The owner gave a shout,

As her silk stockings, down at her knees

Caught on a sassafras sprout.

She tripped and fell – got up, and then

In obvious disgust,

Ran to the car, stepped on the gas,

And faded in the dust.

Of course we all desired to know

What made the gals all do

The things they did, and then we found

The whittling owner knew.

A speaking system he’d devised

To make the thing complete,

He tied a speaker on the wall

Beneath the toilet seat.

He’d wait until the gals got set

And then the devilish tike,

Would stop his whittling long enough,

To speak into the mike.


And as she sat, a voice below

Struck terror, fright and fear,

“Will you please use the other hole,

We’re painting under here!”

This is classic Americana!
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Now, for a favorite shot ripped off the Internet a decade or more ago:

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