"In the beginning"


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Friday, February 26, 2010

The Outhouse

When you’ve gotta go.. you’ve gotta go!!

While this picture is in a rural setting it could have been in any back yard in the country until sewerage became the norm.

Here is an example of "One in every backyard"

The Outhouse

They were funny looking buildings,
that were once a way of life,
If you couldn’t sprint the distance,
then you really were in strife.

They were nailed, they were wired,
but were mostly falling down,
There was one in every yard,
in every house, in every town.

They were given many names,
some were even funny,
But to most of us they were,
the outhouse or the dunny.

I’ve seen some of them all gussied up,
with painted doors and all,
But it really made no difference,
they were just a port of call.

Now my old man would take a bet,
he’d lay an even pound,
That you wouldn’t make the dunny
with them turkeys hangin’ round.

They had so many uses,
these buildings out the back,”
You could even hide from mother,
so you wouldn’t get the strap.

That’s why we had good cricketers,
never mind the bumps,
We used the pathway for the wicket
and the dunny door for stumps.

Now my old man would sit for hours,
the smell would rot your socks,
He read the daily back to front
in that good old thunderbox.

And if by chance that nature called
sometime through the night,
You always sent the dog in first,
for there was no flamin’ light.

And the dunny seemed to be the place
where crawlies liked to hide,
But never ever showed themselves
until you sat inside.

There was no such thing as Sorbent,
no tissues there at all,
Just squares of well read newspaper,
a hangin’ on the wall.

If you had some friendly neighbours,
as neighbours sometimes are,
You could sit and chat to them,
if you left the door ajar.

When suddenly you got the urge,
and down the track you fled,
Then of course the magpies
were there to peck you on your head.

Then the time there was a wet,
the rain it never stopped,
If you had an urgent call,
you ran between the drops.

The dunny man came once a week,
to these buildings out the back,
And he would leave an extra can,
if you left for him a zac.

For those of you who’ve no idea
what I mean by a zac,
Then you’re too young to have ever had,
a dunny out the back.

For it seems today they call them
the bathroom, or the loo,
If you’ve never had one out the back,
then I feel sorry for you.

For it used to be a way of life,
to race along the track,
To answer natures call,
at these buildings out the back.

This one however is as "outback" as you can get


Dave said...

Nothing says "Outback Outhouse" like a cow skull on the outside! *LOL*

Lee said...

Oh! God! How I hated those things (still do, for that matter)! Fortunately, we had septic when I was growing up, but sometimes I stayed with friends at Cedar Pocket or over at the southside when I was a kid and they had them....cringe!!!

Not sure if I should thank you for the memory, Peter!!! ;)

Jeanette said...

Gday Peter.. memories
Ohh I remember Mum scrubbing the Dunny seat and pouring phenyl into the can .. Oh it makes me shudder to think about it..and the redback on the dunny seat. Jan

Cliff said...

We still had one for emergencies when I was a kid. If you were outside and your feet were all muddy, that's where you went but by that time we had rolls of tp.

Janell said...

Very fun poem. There is a small country church in Burt County (where Cliff lives) that has a dunny with a steeple on it to match the one on the church. I'll try and get a pic of it. It's quite charming!

LZ Blogger said...

Peter ~ Talk about dredging up some old memories... my grandparents had a farm in Arkansas when I was a little boy and they had in outhouse, but that didn't bother me as much as the big old goose of their's that would chase this poor little 4 year old all the way from the farm house to the outhouse. Damn I hated that goose! ~ jb///

Walker said...

Oh yeah I would really love to have to go out in -40 degree weather and sit on a cold toilet or the prospect of something crawling up your butt by something living in there

Pamela said...

the residential potties sure makes you realize what was what before septics and sewers. wow.

I never thought about it - but what was it like in the big cities -- with storied buildings? ? ?