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Boy Falls Into Outhouse Hole

By Capper's Staff
Published on February 12, 2013

It was the rule to keep the door
open when not in use, partly to keep it aired and partly so others would know
it was not in use.

Often hens would go in there, go
down into the opening and make a nest on the ledge that extended all around,
with the cavity in the center then flyaway through the open door. Only Dad
could reach far enough to retrieve the eggs.

My five year-old cousin wandered
into the outhouse and, ignoring the small seat, he decided to try the big
two-holer.

Looking down he noticed the eggs
and decided to bring them to Grandma, climbed up on the big seat and leaning over lost
his balance and fell into the pit underneath. Luckily, it had been cleaned
recently, but still had been used several times since.

His screams brought the household
running and when his Mother saw he was not hurt she said, “Throw him back.
He’s not worth cleaning!”

Ruth Christopher
Tulsa, Oklahoma


Back in 1955 a call
went out from the editors of the then
Capper’s
Weekly
asking for readers to send
in articles on true pioneers. Hundreds of letters came pouring in from early
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grandchildren of settlers, all with tales to tell. So many articles were
received that a decision was made to create a book, and in 1956, the first
My
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title – My Folks Came in a
Covered Wagon
– hit the shelves. Nine
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