Post by Scott Lurndal Post by Kevrob Post by Scott Lurndal Post by Lynn McGuire
My father was in Poland in the 1980s. The toilet paper in the hotel had wood shavings in it.
And my parents grew up on a farm in Wisconsin with no indoor bathroom. Their
toilet paper was the Sears Roebuck catalog or a corncob.
What I find interesting is that WI was, and may still be, a huge
producer of toilet paper.
Wisconsin has lots of trees. Family farmers don't have spare cash for TP
particularly in the post-depression war years.
I've been taking the bus lately, as I just had to junk my 290k+ mi
1996 Jeep. (Too many different systems needed fixing after it
broke down.) One of my co-workers is "busing it," too. I asked her,
"Your husband is a mechanic. I was thinking about bringing old
Nellybelle to him for a tune up before I had to....send her to
the farm. Doesn't he have an old car he can fix up for you?"
I was informed that a.0 she doesn't drive, as she grew up in New
York City and never learned, and that b.) he can't drive now, either.
(I'm going to guess suspended license for some reason, or a health
problem.) I called up an old saw, "the cobblers children have no