The Particulars of the Privy

The family outhouse wasn't just thrown together willy-nilly. Oh, no. It was an object of pride. A showcase of engineering and ingenuity and a symbol of prosperity. There was a true science used in the construction of 'the throne'. 
It had to be built using only the best quality lumber. Generally, with 2" x 6" floor joist, cedar walls if possible but most likely just good white pine. Usually, the roof was just wood, but a fancy privy could have shingles and the la-ti-da privy might have had a tin roof. The roof slanted away from the side with the door towards the back to allow maximum rain roll-off. Also, you needed less height to sit on the crapper bench than you needed to drop your long-johns.
A standard structure was about 6 feet wide x 5 feet deep with the roof measuring approximately 8 feet tall at the highest point. Of course, those measurements would depend on whether it was your simple one-holer design or the more elaborate two-seater. A good coat of white paint would definitely set yours off from the neighbors and become the envy of the whole county. Don't make the door fit too tightly and remember to cut a crescent moon shape in it for proper ventilation and the only source of light.
A good supply of Montgomery Ward or Sears catalogs and a fly swatter were luxuries fit for the queen.

the important things 
will often go unnoticed—
until you need them
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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Wolf Avatar
February 23, 2026 at 8:32 PM
Now that's where I can put all my old catalogs to good use. lol.
Brotherton Avatar
February 24, 2026 at 5:23 PM
Time magazine - Good for readin' and wipin'.
M  Avatar
February 21, 2026 at 11:19 PM
Ha love it! In Australia the outhouses were often a haven for delightful creatures ….spiders, geckos so forth….so sitting on the throne for this Queen was not a relaxed or enjoyable experience! Glad times have changed! Nice one brother Jerry…..Sister Debx
Brotherton Avatar
February 24, 2026 at 5:25 PM
Thanks Deb. My mama always said...even the best built crapper is still a crapper
Etgen-Baker Avatar
February 11, 2026 at 2:26 PM
the haiku ending is superb! Your poem reminds me of the 'latrines' at Girl Scout camp and at the lake...long before port-a-potties. I remember them as being most unpleasant.
Brotherton Avatar
February 24, 2026 at 5:27 PM
True, no matter how well you dressed up the outside, the inside was still an outhouse.
Roper Avatar
February 6, 2026 at 7:19 PM
The throne. 'It was...especially a 2-seater. And yes, the flies. and the stink as well as the maggots. I remember it well. Well constructive poem, my friend. brought back memories of my youth.
Brotherton Avatar
February 7, 2026 at 6:22 AM
That's the way it was back then. The only other choice was the "pot to piss in". So. if you had to do a job, it was worth doing it right.
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