I have lived all my life
in homes with only one bathroom. We always just got used to sharing.
Por dad, everytime he tried for a little privacy he was assailed by one family member or another, so he got in the habit ofdoing his business early in the morning. He was already up before anyone, so he put the old Mirro percolator on the stove and went out to get the paper, and would sit on the throne and drink coffee, smoke his pipe, and read the paper in the half hour or so before the rest of the family roused.
He used the same type Anchor Hocking fire king milk glass mug to drink coffee out of as he whisked his shaving lather from, but the shaving mug had a chip so it wasn’t safe to drink from anymore. The badger hair brush sat on the ledge on top of the mirror, where only Dad could reach it. I still keep my razor in a similar location for similar reasons.
So mornings for me have a memory of pipe tobacco, burnt strong coffee, Williams mug soap, sauerkraut farts. Mom would useually get up next and open the window, if it hadn’t been opened already. Not saying all memories are great, but it certainly makes me appreciate the exhaust fan I installed in the crapper a couple years back.
Better that than a Navy head early in the morning… Just sayin…
True. Only so much damage one man can do.
Old NFO….your comment brought back aromatic ??!!!) memories, and visions of morning swabby choreographies, between shower stalls, heads; stinks, sinks, and mirrors.
And Og, when Dad proffered the sage advice (usually early in the AM, but not always) of “You don’t want to go in there quite yet.” One was smart to take him up on that bit of wisdom. Still, some youngsters would foolishly go, where their dog feared to tread.
I’m glad my wife and I have always lived somewhere with at least one throne per person. We now have a wonderful house with three thrones and three people. Although my daughter is still learning about the throne.
I grew up in a family of 14, usually in a house with one, count ’em one, throne room. Sometimes it was in the back, about 25 yds from the house. We got by. A bit of a trial during So. Dak. Winters. Now Da Missus and I have two, one for each of us. Gotta admit it’s better this way.
Gerry N.
We had two bathrooms, but nobody liked the one in the master bedroom so we pretty much all shared the one in the hall.
Dad’s brand had a pungency that I’ll never forget. Yeah, pipe smoke and coffee and shaving cream. I remember all that.
It makes me wonder what mine smells like to the uninitiated. Surprising they don’t run from the house screaming.