AN ANNOYING STORY FROM THE OLD DAYS
When I became aware, maybe 3-4 years old, who knows, we lived in an old house "downtown" in my small home town, and we had an outhouse. At some point the city installed a street sewer---the house had a "cesspool." So Dad and Gramps remodeled the house, built an add on small bedroom in back, and a bathroom on the other side. The only water into the house was a cold water faucet in a big single sinkin the kitchen. No hot water tank.
So now we've got indoor toilet, bath, hot water, and a remodeled kitchen.
This toilet was a nicely done one that I believe came from the Farragut Naval base after the war. Dad and Gramps hauled the OD toilet out to Gramp's place, after the house remodel, and just sat it at the edge of the back field.
Later, Dad and Mom bought part of Gramp's place, and he moved just outside of town. When I was maybe 10-11 a bunch of family relatives came up from CA to visit, and Gramps fixed up a small cabin, "The Wee Wickeup" for them, and came out and got the old toilet, installed it near the cabin.
Then, later, Gramps had to sell out for a highway, and he and my then step Gramma started building their retirement house up on the hill above our place, property up there he still owned. In order to camp up there during the week, work on the house, they moved the old toilet up there, where a few years ago, after Gramps was gone, the toilet got mashed by a tree.
So Farragut, downtown house, stored at "Rancho Atlasta," installed at the "Rocking M," and then finally moved to "Shady Acres," That toilet was located on at least 5 different sites.
The punchline
So what turned out to be the day Gramps was moving the old thing to it's last location, I am heading out home, and this apparition appears ahead, what could it be? I get up there and it turns out Gramps about a 53 Chev pickup has broken, my highly embarrassed step Grandmother is waiting inside, and the toilet is in the back, tipped over on it's side in the bed, with the dirty end facing to the rear.