At 09:28 AM 1/7/98, George Shirley wrote: >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 > Spiders were my worst fear, too, at my grandparents' farm. little did I know that rattlesnakes go down the hole to cool off or warm up, I don't know which. They didn't dream rattlers would go there either. Margaret >