My Private Privy (Outhouse)
by Nancy S Jones a/k/a Nasone
The wood was rotten and splinters gouged my skin when I had to potty. Flies swarmed, and the smell was attrocious. However, I thought I was the luckiest girl in the world.
Just think, I have my very own - private privy. Why, Mom and Dad even put a toilet seat with lid on it in my private privy. Then for my Birthday someone gave me a box of 12 corn cobs - all dyed pink (every little girl's favorite color).
Just when I thought I had it all - My Dad surprised me by painting my Name on my private privy...so everyone would know it was mine and mine alone.
How lucky can a girl be!
The only thing that would have made my life easier would have been a private, portable, privy...guess they were not invented yet.