Here is a story my dad related to me when I was younger, regarding his attempt to get my grandfather to have indoor plumbing installed back during the Great Depression. They lived on a farm somewhere around Rolla, Missouri, far from the comforts of modern living. Someone told me a few years ago that they had heard the same story told from another person, so it sounds like lore. My dad was a great storyteller and like other great storytellers, probably mixed fact and fiction for maximum effect. Anyway, it is still hilarious and worth sharing…
The family had taken a trip to one of the larger towns near Rolla and my dad, Curtis, came across his first indoor toilet. He was amazed that all you had to do was pull a chain and WHOOSH! The waste went down into a little hole and was gone. He thought it was the greatest thing he had ever seen, a true engineering marvel.
On their way back to the farm all he could think about was the commode he had seen. He questioned my Grandfather about it; How did it work, where did the water come from, where did it go, etc. My Grandfather explained it to him, but cautioned him against wishing for one. It was the depression and they were poor. Besides, the ol’ outhouse worked just fine for what they needed it for.
Months passed by and though there were things to do to keep him busy, my dad still dreamed of having an indoor toilet. He thought if they could just get one, his family would be the envy of everyone around.
Eventually, winter came with its cold and snow. It was pure torture to go take care of business with snow, wind and cold. The outhouse was situated next to the creek that ran through the property about a hundred feet away from the house. My dad explained that if you had to “Go number two”, it meant getting dressed, walking all they way out to the crapper, dropping your drawers and sitting down, hoping against frostbite on your butt cheeks.
Well, one night the weather was particularly bad, with heavy winds and snow. He could hear the wind howling through the tree and see the branches swaying back and forth, making it look like the whole tree would come falling down at any moment.
Then it hit him.
What would happen if the wind blew the outhouse over and into the creek? Without old reliable, would his dad be willing to finally get an indoor toilet?
The thought was tantalizing.
He decided at about four in the morning he would go out and push the outhouse into the creek, thus ending the misery once and for all.
He got dressed, put on his coat and trudged through the snow to the old outhouse. Finding suitable footing, he put both hands against the side and pushed for everything he was worth. All of a sudden it tilted and over it went, down the hill and into the creek with a mighty splash.
My dad then ran back to the house, got undressed and quickly crawled under the blankets and quilt. As he warmed up, he couldn’t help but think about that new toilet and the luxury of going to the pot inside the warm house. He also thought of the envy of the other kids in his school when they found out that the Barton farm had indoor facilities.
All of a sudden he heard the back door open and footsteps coming toward his room. In the dark doorway stood my Grandfather. As he reached over to get a lantern, he asked my dad, “Curtis, did you push the outhouse over into the creek?”.
As much as he wanted to stick to his plan and blame it on the wind, he just couldn’t bring himself to lie to his father.
“Yes sir, I did”
After a long pause, my Grandfather lit the lantern and my dad could see that he was soaked head to toe.
“Curtis,” my Grandfather said, “Go and get my belt”
A lump the size of a baseball formed in my dad’s throat.
“But daddy, I told you the truth!”
“Doesn’t matter, boy. You knocked the damned outhouse into the creek. How in the hell are we gonna go to the bathroom until I build another one? Go get my belt, NOW!”
“But daddy, I told the truth. George Washington didn’t get punished when he told the truth after chopping down the cherry tree!”
My grand father bellowed, “YEAH, BUT GEORGE WASHINGTON’S DAD WASN’T IN THE DAMNED TREE WHEN HE CUT IT DOWN EITHER!”