Culture shock!

You probably notice I didn't talk about the bath room in my house description. One day I was invited to my friend’s house to spend the night. I was maybe in grade 3 .After walking to his house I needed to go pee badly! I looked to his back yard as we pass to see where his out house was. It wasn't there? I didn't say anything until I got into his house. I couldn't hold on any longer so I said “can I use your bath room as it had learned it was called. He directed me there and opens the door. “You have a toilet"! I exclaimed. "Yes! Of course! “He said.”Don't you?"Quickly I responded "of course” and I shut the door behind me. You see, up until this moment had come to except certain things as normal. School had toilets and urinals and running water everyone else had pails that they do there busyness in and out house for the summer. When I got home I asked my Mom about this and she confirmed that all the city houses have toilets and running water. We had a room that we called "the bath room”. In it was a pail that we squatted over and use news paper you wipe our bums. It was to be emptied every day but that often didn't happened. In the summer we used the out house more. We had no running water! We carried water from our well to the house. On "bath night" we would fill a large bin with water and heat the water with an electric coil heater. We did have electricity. Being the only boy I got to be the first to take a bath. My sisters had to use my bath water sometime. In the later years MY uncle Paul installed a pump from the well to the slaughter kitchen sink and we invested in a toilet with a pail insert and a "real' toilet seat. That was pretty exiting! Unfortunately a bigger toilet pail meant it got emptied less often. One day the pail was filled to the edge and when my Mom emptied it she fell down the stairs with it. She was injured for a long time. Why my dad didn't do it we will talk about later.