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Originally Posted by sourdough
There are SO many ways to take this conversation sideways....to a deep, dark place  but I'll just continue to enjoy the conversation. 
I find it of interest (I know, another tale) because when I was small we lived in a rural work camp. The little houses each had a cylindrical, below ground, concrete "cesspool". Maybe 2' in diameter at most. Those things filled up and had to be emptied. How you may ask? With a coffee can on the end of a long piece of heavy wire then dumped into a bucket. At the earliest age my dad conscripted me to do the "emptying" - barely able to pull the coffee can out of the "hole". When the level dropped to where I couldn't reach it easily he grabbed my legs and let me "reach further". Afterward I was "treated" to a bath in an old steel tub. A fond "memory from the past".  And no, I no longer want to reach into, or stick my head "down there". |
Eeww!
When we first moved to Oz, we had an outside thunderbox and every day, someone had to dig a hole somewhere on the property and bury the contents of the can. While that was physically hard in Australia's clay soil and smelly, I give the bravery award (no, you can keep it...Really) to you. Being hung upside down, down a septic tank is ...
