At 09:41 PM 1/6/98 -0500, you wrote: >>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/ ** > When I was a kid in the Navy, back in '02 as my son says, we used to take a 50-cup electric percolater coffee pot, fill the coffee strainer with sliced citrus fruit of several varieties, put in about 4 quarts of vodka and perk it for a while. Hot vodka will knock your socks off pretty quick. Don't think I would drink anything out of a thunder mug no matter how many times it had been sanitized. We had relatives still living in Central Louisiana with no running water and no electricity when I was a lad. Hated to go to their houses to visit, always afraid a spider would bite a tender portion of my anatomy whilst in the outhouse. :-) George