Two boys in a tub

Yes my friends, the world was once black and white. Wolves roamed the forest, and the days passed much slower.xmas 13 snow @ Uschi 9-10 mo@misc 075
This photo was taken in 1952, and I am the cute one.IMG_0393
The side roads were dirt, and state roads were some new stuff called asphalt. It wasn’t really all that new, since it was used in Babylon around 625 B.C. All the rest of the roads were half dirt and half gravel, and some were pea gravel and tar. Those were great, except for the summer when the tar got soft and splattered vehicles that traveled on it, sometimes even hitting the wind shields.
There were no Interstate highways. The Federal Highway act wasn’t passed until 1956.
That was Pike County shortly after World War Two.
Pike County was the first County formed when Indiana became a State, but had the least population and lowest per capita income. It’s still that way today.
We drank from ground wells called cisterns and dried our clothes on a line in the summer and inside in winter. We used an outhouse until close to 1970 or later. Our vegetables and fruit were grown on my grandfather’s land and canned and stored in a cellar below ground under a building called the wash house.
The wash house and the house for living in and the out house were all built by my Grandfather who was a World One Veteran.
He was a carpenter and a plumber and a coal miner and farmer and an electrician and very handy.
Families were very close, and we got together most weekends. The cousins would play all day and then take turns getting baths in the washtubs. The water came from the well, and after two or three little ones got done, a couple more would hop into the same water.
After baths it was supper time. I never remember eating dinner in Pike county at any time of day.
Since this picture is taken in summer time, I know we had fresh vegetables and probably watermelon, which required another semi bath. Uncle Buddy probably had a mess of fish for us, or if it was late summer some squirrels.
We had a lot of baths in those tubs, and I can still taste the squirrels and the feeling of working my tongue to get those watermelon seeds up front, where I could spit them at my cousins if no one was watching.
The smells are still with me too. Smells like sweet corn and the sweat before the bath and the warm summer air filled with grass and all kinds of wild living things.
Somewhere along the line the world turned to color, just as it did for Dorothy riding that cyclone to a strange land.
Remembering my child hood dreams now, I think they were my cyclone. Unaware; I went forward through time and color and all the changes, and can only look back at a world that was black and white and simple and joyful as two boys in a tub.


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