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Here is the church.
Here is the steeple.
Run outside
if you gotta pee, people!

I spotted this old, abandoned church at the end of a long boonies road. Look! Outhouses! Not that I’m obsessed with outhouses or anything…. But look! There’s one each! An outhouse for the boys, and an outhouse for the girls! No drinking, dancing, or sharing outhouse seats.

The girls’ outhouse is closest to the church. As well it should be. Of course, you still gotta leap over the little branch of the creek. Don’t be wearing those high heels with the Sunday dresses…..

Heh heh heh. See how much farther the boys have to go?
Now, let’s just peek inside our cute little vintage powder room, girls……

Whoa. That’s one big giant potty seat. We better lay off the Chocolate Pudding Cake…..
Well, at least us girls don’t have to drag our big giant bottoms very far. That’s a comfort.
I wonder what’s inside the boys’ outhouse now!

Whew, it’s a long haul getting here. They sure have to drag their big giant bottoms a long way. Ha.

What?!! Um, WHAT?!! Where is their big giant outhouse seat for their big giant bottoms? WHERE?!
Did they think we wouldn’t walk our big giant bottoms over here and FIND OUT?!
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-Kim, who definitely is eating FAR TOO MUCH chocolate pudding cake these days!
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I remember my great-grandmother having an outhouse in her back yard. We used it for a “fort” and used it for an outhouse too!!! Eventually it was a gardening shed.
Love the old outhouses!
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The poem is priceless!
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I loved it on the Bay.
Cheers
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Mayberry Magpie
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GREAT photos, Suzanne!
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My hubby used to have a good friend in Colorado who, as a hobby, scouted out old outhouses in the mountains. He’d dig around in them and find old antique bottles and even old coins and valuables. As fascinated as I am by anything old or vintage, that’s getting in a bit ‘deep’ for me. :mrgreen:
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Blessings from Ohio…
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http://chicago.craigslist.org/chc/for/560303234.html
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Open the door and you might come face to face with a deer or black bear.
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