Offbeat things you've done for people you've loved

[Coyote]

Bobby Bare - Ode to the Little Brown Shack Out Back (not bad of a sentimental tune actually)

[skypigeon]

Pidge: When you go take pictures, are you gonna' make a ceremonial "deposit", as well.

Depends.

WOW, I really thought there'd be at least 25 posts topping the starter on this one. Slow day?? As is, thanks for the kindly sentiments, but... c'mon...

[comfortably numb]

Pidge: When you go take pictures, are you gonna' make a ceremonial "deposit", as well.

Jack, go to your room.

[Jamski]

Pidge, my son collects antique bottles, and one of the best places to find them is, apparently, privy pits. So...if that outhouse ever DOES come down, well...

[Jamski]

Forget the love part of it, but Mr. Jamski (AKA thingsthatexplode back in the day) called someone he'd never met (and only knew through TF) and offered a scoring gig at Nashville for Rahal-Letterman racing.

Thanks, James!

And oh yeah... to 'pidg.

Happy to have met you, Cheese Man, and to have shared libations!

[Jack Harrington]

Pidge: When you go take pictures, are you gonna' make a ceremonial "deposit", as well.

[Joonyah]

This is one of the crappiest OP's I've ever read.

[cheeseczar]

Forget the love part of it, but Mr. Jamski (AKA thingsthatexplode back in the day) called someone he'd never met (and only knew through TF) and offered a scoring gig at Nashville for Rahal-Letterman racing.

Thanks, James!

And oh yeah... to 'pidg.

[Jamski]

I had something to put here, but the statute of limitations might not have expired yet. Sorry.

[comfortably numb]

Yeah, I mean....Someone ought to lose their posting priviledges for being such a thread killer.

[Indy500Dude]

I helped build my grandmother a new outhouse.

Granddad put indoor plumbing in their house a couple miles outside of Gosport in the 1960's, but old ways die hard, and Grandma used it only when the weather was just too inclement. When we were kids, Dad insisted we do the same whenever we visited, every weekend, "to not stink up the house." Seeing Granddad never put a fan in there, he had a good point.

Flash-forward to 1983. Granddad had passed on four years earlier. The pit underneath the outhouse had to be emptied. No, Dad didn't make me do that; but when the outhouse was moved off the pit so the septic truck could pump it out, he noticed the old outhouse was in bad shape. Awful, awful shape. And especially at her age (73 at the time), we didn't need Grandma experiencing any unfortunate accidents.

So, Dad designed, and we built together, a brand new outhouse; pre-fab'ed out of two-by-fours and paneled on the outside, with a shingled roof. We even put a plastic lid and seat over the hole for additional comfort. It didn't take long to build, all of an afternoon, and it was easy to put on the site of the old one.

It still stands today. Grandma went to join Granddad about ten years ago, but land still belongs to us. Dad turns 80 next month. I'm going to go home then, and on my way I'm going to stop down there and take some picture of the property for my memories. I guarantee you one of them will be of that outhouse, still standing straight and proud after almost 30 years.

NEXT!

Don't think anything could top that!

[comfortably numb]

[MoparsRule]

You win.

[skypigeon]

I helped build my grandmother a new outhouse.

Granddad put indoor plumbing in their house a couple miles outside of Gosport in the 1960's, but old ways die hard, and Grandma used it only when the weather was just too inclement. When we were kids, Dad insisted we do the same whenever we visited, every weekend, "to not stink up the house." Seeing Granddad never put a fan in there, he had a good point.

Flash-forward to 1983. Granddad had passed on four years earlier. The pit underneath the outhouse had to be emptied. No, Dad didn't make me do that; but when the outhouse was moved off the pit so the septic truck could pump it out, he noticed the old outhouse was in bad shape. Awful, awful shape. And especially at her age (73 at the time), we didn't need Grandma experiencing any unfortunate accidents.

So, Dad designed, and we built together, a brand new outhouse; pre-fab'ed out of two-by-fours and paneled on the outside, with a shingled roof. We even put a plastic lid and seat over the hole for additional comfort. It didn't take long to build, all of an afternoon, and it was easy to put on the site of the old one.

It still stands today. Grandma went to join Granddad about ten years ago, but land still belongs to us. Dad turns 80 next month. I'm going to go home then, and on my way I'm going to stop down there and take some picture of the property for my memories. I guarantee you one of them will be of that outhouse, still standing straight and proud after almost 30 years.

NEXT!