I went home last year (August of 2010) to visit my parents in Arkansas. I hadn't seen my mama and daddy and ALL my siblings together in about 7yrs (way too long). My siblings and I (two girls, I'm the oldest, and two boys) all grew up in California but I remember about every 4 or 5 years we all would pile into the car and make our way to Arkansas. Daddy liked to drive straight through and I remember many a time us kids pleading for him to stop the car so we could go to the bathroom. Of course, many times there was no bathroom in sight, just a giant dust bowl or a handy ditch or bush, with mama standing guard. Anybody relate to this? Or was it just OUR DAD that never wanted to stop on a long trip? This is no big deal for someone of the male persuasion out on a long desert road but for two girls it wasn't always an easy or desirable thing to do...but we managed, and I am still here to tell about it. (chuckle) There just never seemed to be a bathroom near by when the urge hit, ya know? Now I think about it, using some of those gas station bathrooms was actually 'less desirable' than going 'p' out in the boonies. Half the time there was no toilet paper and you wondered when the last time it had been cleaned or if it was meant to scare away the customers? Ugh.So, it was a toss up which was the more desirable scenario ...worry about some varmint biting me in the derriere (bottom), or sitting on a dirty toilet and not being able to wipe?Which leads me, in a somewhat random way to my featured video: Someone Tore My Little OutHouse Down. This is a song that my aunt has been singing for so long (and she is 80+ at the time of this recording) that...no one knows exactly HOW long, but it's become a tradition in our family (pappy's side). ;) My Aunt Pluma dedicated this song to me and totally took me by surprise when I heard the words. You can hear me laughing...
Let me explain a little more why this song is so special to me. It ALL started when I was a little girl back in Arkansas. I did NOT grow up in Arkansas, having lived there for only a short time after I was born (I was actually born in California), we, my daddy, mama and younger sister and I moved back to California when I was around four years old. Whilst we lived in Arkansas (I love that word whilst, my daddy uses it a lot), our little family of four lived in a two room shack/ house down the hill from my paternal Grandpa and Grandma (the Atwell's). Before we moved into the little house, it was used by my Grandpa to store potatoes. Out back of where we lived was a little 'outhouse.' (My daddy informed me it was outback of Grandpa and Grandma's and I will now post the corrections down below straight from my daddy's FB page, lol) Outhouses, from what I have heard were great places for snakes or other creatures to hide, so going to the bathroom back in the day was probably not always as easy as our modern day conveniences. When was the last time you had to worry about 'what' might be lurking in your bathroom? :) One of the places I wanted to go see when I went back to Arkansas on my visit, was my grandparents old house, and the place where I had lived as a child for a couple of years.Of course, everything had changed, and it had grown over so much, it was pretty impossible to check out the site, but I did get to see a huge tree my Grandma had planted so many years ago.I hope to write more of my memories(and have my daddy help correct them if need be, ;)..and pictures of my wonderful Atwell side of the family, as well as the Ramey side (my mama's family). Life is short and sometimes our memories are too...sometimes there are things we 'need to forget but there are many things that we need to bring to remembrance and cherish....my family is a treasure to me and I love them and miss them very much. God bless. Karen :)
Ye olde country school house traditionally had two small outhouses, one for girls, one for gents located out back a distance apart, only when I started school the Boys little shanty was already deconstructed likely at the hand of older male honchos who had previously passed through the schools (Hopewell) halls of higher learning. When the boys needed to "go" they ambled down past where it had once stood and just kept walking 'till they were out of sight over the break of hill. The County was too poor to offer sanitary items so the locals donated outdated Montgomery Wards and Sears & Roebuck catalogs to the girls convenience, and for the boys, planted a field of corn adjacent to the school..Thats where the old expression "rough as a cob" originated..This may be more information than you wanted to know...
Daddy (the mandolin player :), me sitting in his lap (Karen), and mama with Vonda, my little sister sitting in her lap.
Its late but one correction: There was no outhouse behind the little house. The one you recall was at grandma's and grandpa's. There was one when I was a kid but it had long rotted away, after that a chicken house you could "go" behind but it burned down, after that a bunch of peach trees that offered a bit of privacy..Out back there was only a hand-dug well from whence we fetched water..Lord I hope you kids didn't use it for a toilet...
This is my Grandpa Roland Atwell, and my Grandma, Minnie Atwell. My Aunt Pluma, who sings the Outhouse song, looks a lot like my Grandma, I think, and my other aunt looks more like my Grandpa. Grandpa was a Baptist minister, well loved and liked in the community. He had the best laugh I've ever heard...
Aunt Pluma, Aunt Oleta, Vander (daddy), and Uncle Billie :)
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