Good-morning, kittens & dawgs! It’s Friday with the weekend kicking off soon. A couple of Fridays ago, I share The last time I was in an outhouse. I got to thinking about how my parents and grandparents had to bathe in the 30s and 40s. They did not live in a city. Their upbringing was in very rural conditions or as some would say country-style living and ever since digging into my family genealogy starting last month flashbacks of things forgotten began surfacing into my fore-thoughts, like bath time memories.
In the days of my parents and grandparents, they carried water from a spring or well for drinking, bathing, and laundry. Baths consisted of sponging off or washing in a large metal tub. For some it would’ve been better than this and others it would’ve been worse. Regardless, these conditions would be horrible for anyone of us to try to live in now.
This brings me to my flashback memory for today. Things weren’t too much different from the time of my parents to when I was little. Sure there were some improvements, but baths were not one of them. Continue reading