…let alone use them?
I grew up during the Great Depression, and my parents were divorced when I was about three years old. So, my mom did the best she could, always moving about.
She kept a record of all the places we lived from the time I was three years old. In the 15 years between then and when I became 18 and went into the army, we lived in 32 different places. From NYC to other New England states to L.A., Long Beach and a ranch out ijn Victorville’s desert. Then by bus back to VT, etc. Lived in every borough of NYC except Staten Island.
Always rentals of one kind or another. In three places i lived instead of a bathroom, we used an outdoor privy (outhouse, wooden structure with holes for where you sat). Usually had a Montgomery Ward catalog to use pages instead of toilet paper.
The common description for the size was a two-holer or a three-holer. Perhaps wealthy people had a four-holer
One of these was in Vermont, one in Victorville, CA and the other in a small town in upstate New York.
They were pretty smelly and we did sprinkle lime down the holes now and then, for whatever good that mght have been.
My favorite was the one in VT that we had to walk through a shed attached to the house, an attached barn, and there was a three-holer attached to the barn. It hung out over a brook in back, so all the, er, material, dropped right into the water. With a splash.
I thought that was way cool. Literally. Cold as could be in the winter, so I learned to do my business as quickly as possible.
I shudder to think of the sanitary condition of that brook.
Anybody ever use one of these?