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freebird5825

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I don't care if it is enthocentric and I am a programmed consumer.

My thumbnail measure of civilization (having lived in some odd places) is the availability of TP.:rant:
 
Interesting article. Who could ever forget Mr. Whipple?
 
My thumbnail measure of civilization (having lived in some odd places) is the availability of TP.:rant:

I'm a city girl and more demanding. TP with an outhouse doesn't do it for me - - gotta have TP *and* flush toilets connected to a working sewage system for me to call it civilization. :blush:
 
This article caught my eye today...$6 billion industry ? Go P&G stock !!!
One of the reasons Buffett likes Gillette (now a part of P&G) is because every day a billion guys need to shave something. And now P&G is taking the same approach to toilet paper.

people bought out stores"
Remember that craziness?
*snort* Every time the longshoremen start muttering about a strike, and every time the hurricane gets within 48 hours, the 50-pound rice bags and pallets of toilet paper start flying out of the stores. It's amazing how much toilet paper can be hidden on an island.

My first submarine used to regularly patrol 90 days without restocking. The crew kinda expects that there'll be adequate toilet paper aboard but no one really wants to have to store a half-dozen pallets of the rolls in their stowage lockers. (Yet everyone was willing to store the cans of cookies. Go figure.) The Weapons Officer, who for some reason owned toilet paper, would have a difficult time finding a place for it.

Then one day, as the crane dropped the usual loadout of toilet paper pallets on the pier, he had a flash of inspiration. He mentioned to another officer in front of a crowd that he felt lucky they'd been able to get this much toilet paper since it would only last for 70 days and there wasn't any more in the supply system. They agreed that sure was a problem and wandered off, leaving the pallets unguarded on the pier while the rumor spread.

Of course by the next morning the pallets were empty. I think every crewmember had at least one personal roll tucked away in their seabag. We got underway and the Weps had a smile on his face for weeks. Around day 50, once his lockers were empty, he explained his deception and offered toilet-paper amnesty if they'd return it to his locker.

The next morning when he got off watch, he headed to his stateroom and pulled back his rack curtain to climb in for some hard-earned sleep. That's when he discovered that the crew had stuffed at least half of the remaining rolls into his rack-- six feet long, two feet high, 28" deep-- and duct-taped them together so that they wouldn't fall out.

For months after that patrol, every new crewmember looking for toilet paper was told to go ask the Weps...
 
I consider PG a core holding no matter WHAT the economy does. A couple years ago, I wandered around my house and found 16 products we use made by PG, that was stunning........:)
 
The most common solution was simply to grab what was at hand: coconuts, shells.... You have got to be kidding me! :eek:

I don't remember the tp shortage in 1973, but I can assure you I did not use coconuts or shells....

btw...I love my P&G. :)
 
Here in the frozen north, our outhouses were stocked with old Eaton's Catalogues. I once heard that the southern US used corn cobs for the same purpose.
 
For anyone who has romantic ideas about being a citizen of the ancient world...
"Ancient Greeks used clay, stone...
Romans, sponges and salt water as toilet paper"

Ouchie wouchie! :(
 
Here in the frozen north, our outhouses were stocked with old Eaton's Catalogues. I once heard that the southern US used corn cobs for the same purpose.
Yep - at least that's what was used once the Sears & Roebuck Catalog was [-]wiped out[/-] depleted.
 
I think one of our forum members grew up with corn cobs! Use the search function to verify this if you like.
 
Here in the frozen north, our outhouses were stocked with old Eaton's Catalogues. I once heard that the southern US used corn cobs for the same purpose.

I remember my grandparents' outhouse being connected to their "cobhouse". I always thought the corn cobs were for heating the main house. Now I'm not so sure.
 
One set of my grandparents lived beyond rural electrfication when I was a boy. As best I know they lived on tiny SS and farm income from eggs, butter, milk, wool, and a summer roadside stand, often manned by me. Corn cobs were it, but as I remember I really took no notice of that as a kid when I stayed there. One of my favorite things was that at night it got dark. Just a little very yellow light from kerosene lanterns.

Today, I believe the ability to stay really clean all the time is one of the nicest things about a first world life. True at least if you are not homeless.

Ha
 
I grew up in a house with no indoor plumbin'. Back in the old country.

The outhouse was well ventilated. Not much fun in the winter. Newspapers got second use. It was always a pleasure to select the party official's face to be the prime focus for cleaning.

In the winter time, used to light off one sheet of newspaper, throw it down the hole, to warm the seat somewhat. Funny, never had a methane explosion.
Two five gallon buckets served as water holders, which we lugged from the community well. One way to keep up with the neighborhood news an' gossip.
 
I'm a city girl and more demanding. TP with an outhouse doesn't do it for me - - gotta have TP *and* flush toilets connected to a working sewage system for me to call it civilization. :blush:
You've just hit on the primary reason my wife won't go camping. The other reason is the bugs.
 
You've just hit on the primary reason my wife won't go camping. The other reason is the bugs.

Your wife is obviously a sensible, superior, brilliant woman! :D Frank wants to go camping in the Ozarks once we move there, and I am already dragging my feet about that. Maybe I can convince him to camp in the back yard. :2funny:
 
Your wife is obviously a sensible, superior, brilliant woman! :D Frank wants to go camping in the Ozarks once we move there, and I am already dragging my feet about that. Maybe I can convince him to camp in the back yard.
Tell Frank to let you know when he comes up with a "camper" like the one Rich has. :)
 
You've just hit on the primary reason my wife won't go camping. The other reason is the bugs.
I don't mind bugs or the lack of toilet facilities. What I don't like is the rock that follows me from campsite to campsite and pokes me in the middle of my back....
 
TP may be the greatest US invention ever. :LOL:
 
I don't mind bugs or the lack of toilet facilities. What I don't like is the rock that follows me from campsite to campsite and pokes me in the middle of my back....
And I have it's rock cousin right here. :LOL:

When I used to go camping in the Adirondacks :rolleyes:, there were nothing but outhouses, in various states of repair. You bring a small bag of lime and your own TP.
There is nothing to conjure up memories of all those Disney movies with "eyes in the woods" in the night like a trip to the outhouse when you just can't wait til dawn.
And then a twig snaps and your dog starts growling...really low guttural growling. :hide:
 
My faulty memory says we always had TP in the outhouse. I was 5-6 when we got indoor plumbing.

Prior to the PacNW - they got married in New York City!!!

:LOL: :LOL: :LOL: :D :whistle:

heh heh heh - I don't remember ever seeing a corncob. :cool:
 
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