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I don't think today's softies would survive that Wolfgang.

Yeah, it was tough. And the loo was downstairs in the yard at the end of a side building. There was no plumbing in the house. A real expedition at night. This is the house after it was built in 1936. We lived upstairs and my grandparents lived downstairs. That must be my mother at the dormer window :

Looks a nice house. Never had to suffer the indignities of an outside loo myself except when I was on holiday at my aunt's in Scotland.

The house was to the German standards of the late 20s and early 30s. No comfort at all. Small rooms with the kitchen being the main room. But we had a very big yard where my grandfather grew about everything you can imagine. From potatoes to asparagus.

kado897 said:

Me too. I was only without it for 18 hours but it got really cold outside the living area which was all I could heat with portable heaters.

What happens outside the living area?!! Do you have to put on a space suit?

A Guy

My dad used to grow veg. I can't grow anything myself. I only have to look at a plant and it dies.

A Guy said:

kado897 said:

Me too. I was only without it for 18 hours but it got really cold outside the living area which was all I could heat with portable heaters.

What happens outside the living area?!! Do you have to put on a space suit?

A Guy

Not quite Bill but a woolly jumper helps.

The old farm house I spent some of my younger years in had central heating. It was in the center of the house, the living room.
It heated the living room. The kitchen was also heated when mother cooked.
All windows in the house were ice covered except the living room and kitchen. We didn't have indoor pluming so you just made sure you went to the John before you went to bed.
Us kids went to bed wearing our winter coats. The wind went through the house so strong you couldn't keep a candle lit.

Us kids never thought much about it because we thought everybody lived this way. We had no idea how rich folks lived.
We just lived the winter out knowing spring was coming and we could play on the farm with a barn and a huge woods one could get lost in.

The school I went to wasn't heated much better than are living room. Years later the school was made a historical site. One teacher and eight grades in one room. Each row of desk was one grade. We also thought that was the normal way for all schools.
In a way that system worked well. No mater which row of seats one sat you would hear the teaching of all grades.
To top if off; it didn't kill any of us. Hell I'm still alive.

Oh dear. The white stuff fell overnight.

Keith, be careful driving. A lot of people may still have summer tires.