tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504152360683841445.post6101095819807031762..comments2023-08-26T02:17:07.947-07:00Comments on The Darrell and Edna Eborn Clan: Childhood MusingsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504152360683841445.post-45319391300117376322011-06-01T19:12:28.129-07:002011-06-01T19:12:28.129-07:00Wow, I can't believe how much things have chan...Wow, I can't believe how much things have changed in a generation or two. Thanks for the post.Travis E.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8504152360683841445.post-21254863197699024392011-05-31T07:51:51.820-07:002011-05-31T07:51:51.820-07:00Thanks for the post. Speaking of the cold Winters...Thanks for the post. Speaking of the cold Winters and the out-house out back. One morning when I was about 9 I awakened and had to go to the "out-house" really bad. There was no time to put on warm clothes and I just opened the door and streaked for the comfort of the most important (at that moment)room in town. I was barefoot and only had on some long-john underware. My bare feet were sinking in the snow as I went. It was really cold and I was getting in trouble really fast. By the time I got back to the house I was in tears and had unbelievable pain in my feet and legs. Mom and Dad heard me fussing and crying and got up to see what the problem was. They helped warm up my feet but we had no heat and no warm water. They rubbed my feet which helped to help take the pain away. Lesson learned, but illustrates the problem of living on Lanark lane in the 1940's.Ellishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04387553661887450029noreply@blogger.com