Being Thankful For Toilet Paper

9 05 2008

I’m sure you’ve probably heard the saying “You can take the girl out of the ghetto, but you can’t take the ghetto out of the girl,” or “you can take the girl out of the trailer park, but you can’t take the trailer park out of the girl”…. there are many variations of this saying, but to an extent, it’s true. No matter where or how you grew up, and no matter what you do to get away from it, part of it stays with you, no matter what.

 

The trailer I grew up in had no running water. We would go to the local laundry mat to wash clothes, and when we were done we’d unload the car with about 30 empty milk jugs and we’d fill them up in the sink, and carry them back out to the car so we could take them home and have water for the next week.

 

We had a neighbor who lived up on a hill that looked down on our trailer, and every once in a while she’d have on of those “Christian” moments, and would want to help us. So, she’d let us use her outside water hookup to fill up the milk jugs and we’d carry them two at a time back to our trailer, it was about a ¼ a mile walk, and the drive way from her house to ours ran perallel to the main highway and I was so embarrassed, I just knew all my friends from school would be going up or down the road, and wouldn’t want to be friends with me anymore.

 

We use to take sponge baths in the bathroom. It was a treat anytime we stayed at a friend’s house and actually got to take a real shower.

 

A lot of times we could afford the most basic of things. One of the things we sometimes did not have was toilet paper. My mom worked at the college, and therefore got the newspaper for free. She’d bring it home every night, and that’s what we used for toilet paper. Since there wasn’t running water, we only flushed the toilet once a week. The bathroom always smelled of feces. We’d use the newspaper to wipe ourselves, and then put it in the trashcan, and close the toilet lid. Then every week, we’d fill up the toilet tank in order to flush it.

 

I haven’t had to use newspaper as toilet paper in, 6 years, yet sometimes I find myself reaching toward the trashcan thinking I still can’t put paper in the toilet. 

 

Sometimes it’s the simplest, most basic things in life that, make you remember where you came from.

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