tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post2048795820007856087..comments2024-03-22T18:13:10.026-06:00Comments on On the Alberta/Montana Border: Not Necessarily CleanDiane Stringam Tolleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-62582103968666542172014-04-07T08:14:44.409-06:002014-04-07T08:14:44.409-06:00You and me, Lori. You and me.You and me, Lori. You and me.Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-15028821631005133432014-04-07T08:14:30.908-06:002014-04-07T08:14:30.908-06:00I so love running water! Mostly because of hearing...I so love running water! Mostly because of hearing this story!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-6494806858417898412014-04-07T08:13:51.048-06:002014-04-07T08:13:51.048-06:00That does sound wonderful. Your Mom sounds amazing...That does sound wonderful. Your Mom sounds amazing! I've always wanted to play with a baby chick. Chickens, on the other hand... well, that is a DIFFERENT story! :)Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-24967746975795455392014-04-05T17:24:47.763-06:002014-04-05T17:24:47.763-06:00Yes they were. My dad worked up north in the lumbe...Yes they were. My dad worked up north in the lumber camps so my mom sister and I all did the chores together the wood the water but it was kind of fun because our mom made fun doing chores. :o) Closest we got to a ranch was raising chickens for eggs. <br /><br />My sister and I sometime use to go down to the coop and gather the chicks and sleep in bed with, so I guess they were like pets. Had lots of wildlife pets in the sense that they came to us from the wilderness.<br /><br />Lots of wonderful memories<br /><br />Have a great day cynthiagrlx@.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15899106950524179648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-75639468379856508482014-04-04T13:56:58.613-06:002014-04-04T13:56:58.613-06:00Stories like this remind me that I was certainly b...Stories like this remind me that I was certainly born into the right era for me!Lori Lavender Luzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15394441222262940632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-90998960201497130752014-04-04T08:36:22.145-06:002014-04-04T08:36:22.145-06:00Natural reaction, but...ugh.Natural reaction, but...ugh.Carol Cassarahttp://www.carolcassara.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-49446186953955304282014-04-04T07:58:14.951-06:002014-04-04T07:58:14.951-06:00Pure luxury! :)Pure luxury! :)Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-49176163301812096192014-04-04T07:55:56.705-06:002014-04-04T07:55:56.705-06:00And I bet you got a workout hauling in and hauling...And I bet you got a workout hauling in and hauling out! Wonderful memories!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-53509191425801364192014-04-04T07:54:13.810-06:002014-04-04T07:54:13.810-06:00Isn't it true that some experiences are so muc...Isn't it true that some experiences are so much fun . . . years later?!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-29738966748829790692014-04-04T07:53:11.226-06:002014-04-04T07:53:11.226-06:00Oh. My. Goodness. The organization! Murphy's l...Oh. My. Goodness. The organization! Murphy's law, indeed! :)Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-18998033214161960192014-04-04T07:51:28.246-06:002014-04-04T07:51:28.246-06:00See? It's all about the order!See? It's all about the order!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-57432811987667644432014-04-04T07:51:07.570-06:002014-04-04T07:51:07.570-06:00Maybe something we all should experience at least ...Maybe something we all should experience at least once! Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-58828294352589202922014-04-04T07:50:17.294-06:002014-04-04T07:50:17.294-06:00There's not enough soap in the world . . .There's not enough soap in the world . . .Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-87123035803235672542014-04-04T02:07:40.893-06:002014-04-04T02:07:40.893-06:00I remember my own Saturday night bath times. In a ...I remember my own Saturday night bath times. In a large galvanised zinc tub, in front of the open fireplace for warmth in the winter, in the kitchen. And this was as late as the mid fifties. We three kids shared that same tub of water and weren't allowed to stay and play in it in case it got too cool for the next bather. Then dad closed in a section of the back porch and built a bathroom. But we still had to share the same tub of water, only this time it was all in at once, get washed and get out. It was strictly functional, no playing and the water was never deep enough in my opinion. But we had a chip heater by then, so there was no more carrying of full buckets.Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-12996936414556182772014-04-03T20:19:41.688-06:002014-04-03T20:19:41.688-06:00I grew up in those days living in the middle of th...I grew up in those days living in the middle of the bush, closest neighbor 5 miles away. Luckily there was only two of us me and my older sister and we bathed in a wash tub. No electricity, coalman lantern wood stove and had to carry the water from the lake which fortunately was only a few yards away from the back of the house.<br /><br />Intereting story, thank you for sharing. <br />cynthiagrlx@.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15899106950524179648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-36671887052394620222014-04-03T20:05:54.136-06:002014-04-03T20:05:54.136-06:00I remember bathing my kids like this for about a y...I remember bathing my kids like this for about a year. My husband had built an outside shower which worked great for us, unless you had unexpected company! But they were just toddlers.I love thinking of those times. Great story as always!Renahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12296781992150172086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-31210358715404935432014-04-03T14:26:37.449-06:002014-04-03T14:26:37.449-06:00LOL! That sure brings back memories. We too had...LOL! That sure brings back memories. We too had the same ritual for bath time growing up. 8 kids. On a farm with a very teeny tiny water well. Thankfully the brothers had to go LAST. Us girls got the water first. And thankfully I was first born!<br />When we got older and in teen years, we were allowed our own baths. Although, only every three days or so, as we took turns. In the meantime...we only could sponge bath. { I still hate that term even to this day.} When it came to my sisters and I with all that long hair to keep looking nice {this was high school after all!!} we would take turns washing hair in basin of water every morning....starting at 5:00 am {it took that long}. It would go like this : One girl washed her hair and then rinsed keeping rinse water in basin....then next girl would take that soapy rinse water and wash her hair with it....then rinse with fresh.....leaving that water for the next. And so on. Boy was I glad when my dad finally was able to get us a larger and newer Well!!! Alas it was just a few months before I left home. lol. Murphy's law.Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17650386366226859611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-16456867831725410682014-04-03T11:54:55.126-06:002014-04-03T11:54:55.126-06:00Oh, the memories. Winter always meant that the pi...Oh, the memories. Winter always meant that the pipes froze up and the drains as well. Wash tubs in the kitchen next to the coal burning heat stove. Mom heating water on the cook range. The cleanest person got to go first and my youngest brother last--he was always the dirtiest and would most certainly pee in the water.<br />Thanks for the memories.Susan Kanehttp://thecontemplativecat.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-4873123136205457092014-04-03T10:12:11.593-06:002014-04-03T10:12:11.593-06:00Hmmm ... I think I would have changed the bath ord...Hmmm ... I think I would have changed the bath order!<br /><br />We carried our water for three or four years after moving into a house where the water was "rusty" (full of iron, I think) and before having spring water piped in instead. It was hard on my mother more than anyone, although we all pitched in to carry, even my skinny eight-year-old self. Water for cooking, for washing clothes in the wringer washer, water for bathing & washing hair - yep, all carried in a big pot from the spring to our house. Running water is a luxury we don't appreciate as much as we should!jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-76554112744948854372014-04-03T08:47:39.531-06:002014-04-03T08:47:39.531-06:00For my first nine years we used a galvanized tub o...For my first nine years we used a galvanized tub on papers in Mom and Dads bedroom....clean water for all though...we had a water heater but no indoor bathroom. What luxury when the brand new bathroom was installed. Pee water? No thanks.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-76042668847426687022014-04-03T07:56:39.307-06:002014-04-03T07:56:39.307-06:00Exactly! Ewwww!Exactly! Ewwww!Diane Stringam Tolleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09629946536985545457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723327840869334395.post-13079775680253918372014-04-03T07:41:10.053-06:002014-04-03T07:41:10.053-06:00That made me smile. Why didn't your didn't...That made me smile. Why didn't your didn't grandma have the fifth youngest son turn away when he stepped into the water so he could pee somewhere other than the water? Like a container. I'd be more than miffed. How clean is it to wash in urine? Ew lolDonna K. Weaverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15763832177263927311noreply@blogger.com