Vol.2..Norwegian Farmer’s Son..January 5th

January 5th…“WHAT DID YOUR FAMILY DO FOR SHOWER BATHING BEFORE YOU HAD AN INDOOR SHOWER INSTALLED IN YOUR FARM HOUSE?

POEM – “The Bucket-Power Shower”  by N. Elliott Noorlun

Back in the days, Of cleaning clime,

Our farmhouse had only a tub.

So when mud-n-grime, Said, “Cleaning Time!”,

You jumped in for, A scrub a dub dub.

But if you smelled sour, At around cleaning hour,

An option was there to be had.

But it took some muscle, A ladder and tussle,

To clean either gal or lad.

Our dad, Or Lowell, Had to pay the toll,

By taking hot water from barn,

And carried across yard, They’d wear off the lard,

It’s true!  And it ain’t no yarn.

Up wooden ladder, Be he happy or sadder,

The roof tank had to be filled.

And one had to be careful, For if not awareful,

On YOU the HOT water got spilled!

For there came a day, Poor brother did pay,

With pain and hot scalding fit!

For his bucket he dropped, And up the hot popped,

Scalding chest, his arm and armpit.

So the next time you shower, Give thanks for the power,

Of this convenience that comes through your pipes.

For our brother knows well, With the oweees to tell,

When a shower cost him painful stripes.