Four Rooms and a Path

Four Rooms and a Path

When I grew up on the farm
Instead of four rooms and a bath,
We had four rooms and a path.
And that path we had to tread
Even in the winter with dread.
For nothing was worse
Than in the middle of the night
Getting up without much light
And heading out all pajama clad
Shivering with cold and fear
Of all the weird night noises
A child was sure to hear.
God bless the indoor plumbing
And the indoor bathroom
That took the place of the outhouse
And the nighttime fear and gloom.
God bless the new freedom
That indoor plumbing gave
To little kids who at dinner
Who could now eat and drink
Anything thing they craved,
Not fearing the urge that was to be
Dreaded and avoided if possible at all
For the trip was a scary thing
in the middle of the night
To answer nature's call.
Thena

So cute. My kids still fear the trip to the bathroom down the dark hall in a quiet house at night. Perhaps I'll share this with them and say it could be much worse.

Talk about bringing the old school memories to the surface. How can anyone who had the privilege of visiting an outdoor privey forget any of what you so eloquently brought back to mind. Good old days? Hmmm! Love that!