Jane Diggle who is on our site put a picture of the outside Toilet
Thought you may like a poem ,I did long ago
WHITEWASHED TOILET
Our toilet just across the yard
With its whitewashed walls
“So bright "
Candles at the ready
If you went late at night
A blue brick floor or bit of lino
Newspaper, swinging on a string
A big nail sticking out of the wall
In my memory, I can recall it all
You could read a comic (In the lavatory)
Until cobwebs or spiders you'd see
Then you'd scream at the top of your voice
"Mum quick, come and help me!"
Jumping up from wooden seat
Paper work all done, pull the chain
As fast as you could
Now reach the latch and run
I'm not going in there "again today "
I mean it mum I'm not
She said shush ,don't tell anyone
You'll have to pickle in the pot !
So seeing our outside toilet
Makes me think, how did we cope?
That little room (across the yard)
It was in a row of many, Ah such happy days
Of where I spent my penny
Thought you may like a poem ,I did long ago
WHITEWASHED TOILET
Our toilet just across the yard
With its whitewashed walls
“So bright "
Candles at the ready
If you went late at night
A blue brick floor or bit of lino
Newspaper, swinging on a string
A big nail sticking out of the wall
In my memory, I can recall it all
You could read a comic (In the lavatory)
Until cobwebs or spiders you'd see
Then you'd scream at the top of your voice
"Mum quick, come and help me!"
Jumping up from wooden seat
Paper work all done, pull the chain
As fast as you could
Now reach the latch and run
I'm not going in there "again today "
I mean it mum I'm not
She said shush ,don't tell anyone
You'll have to pickle in the pot !
So seeing our outside toilet
Makes me think, how did we cope?
That little room (across the yard)
It was in a row of many, Ah such happy days
Of where I spent my penny