>My folks and I lived in, literally, a shack from 1949 to 1950 while we were >building the frame of the house they were building on 7 acres. All >materials were used, from Navy barracks built in WWII that Dad had bought >and torn down. The shack was equipped with a #3 wash tub and a fairly large >thunder mug, my first and last experience with one. You're not really old >Margaret, you're well experienced and that counts more than age. > >George > > I love thunder mugs. You may laugh at this statement, but when it's a choice between a "porta-potty" that you share with 7,000 other people or a thunder mug in the privacy of my own tent...... My first experience with a thunder mug, was a little tradition that took place after closing night of each new play (little theatre group)... at the cast party, we'd get sloshed on a thunder mug version of trash can punch. Cynthia (who goes to folk festivals and on camping trips but doesn't get up on stage too often anymore) **Womyn Who Moves Mountains-Little Finger Of Michigan** **cmayeaux@traverse.com **USDA zone 4b-Sunset zone 41** ** http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Studios/2659/garden/cynthia.html ** ** http://rdz.stjohns.edu/lists/fiftysomethingwomen/ **