Breaktime office banter in the soft South and nobody here had heard of Tippler Toilets. They took some convincing until I found this link on the Ramsbottom Heritage site
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Tippler toilets
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Have they heard of 'thunderboxes' ?
So when we had moved on to tipplers they were still emptying their potties out of the upstairs windows onto passers by? Or nipping round the back to use the pit loo.
Poor devils, glad you're educating them.
I was the works engineer at Ducketts of Burnley in the early 60's but they had ceased to make the tipplers by then, there were a few old bits and pieces in an out building there.
The main product was earthenware sewer pipes and the old gents urinals which were made by slicing a large pipe down the middle and hand shaping it before glazing it white.
The main product was earthenware sewer pipes and the old gents urinals which were made by slicing a large pipe down the middle and hand shaping it before glazing it white.
I am not telling em' yet that back in the early 50's when visiting my maternal Great Grandmother up in Barley Mow, County Durham we had to use an earth privy.
I'll save the graphic description of that until lunchtime
I am not telling em' yet that back in the early 50's when visiting my maternal Great Grandmother up in Barley Mow, County Durham we had to use an earth privy.
I'll save the graphic description of that until lunchtime
Preferably while they're eating!
Precisely GB
Uneducated oiks down yon "D"just glad theres someone wi sense to educate the numpties.
First time I brought some Cissy Green's down here Ol, I think they thought they was some kind of roadkill pie...."ooo whats that shiny stuff on top" said one "Is it fat?"
When I was a child we used to spend weekends at a farm in Ingleton with no mains drains - I have used one - it had a double holed wooden board over the short drop to the pile - YUK!
Why seating for two? - it wasn't as though you would need conversation whilst you did it - anyways you can't converse whilst holding your breath.
Why seating for two? - it wasn't as though you would need conversation whilst you did it - anyways you can't converse whilst holding your breath.
Our caving hostel was at Braida Garth,Kingsdale Margaret, we had a chemical bog but as callow youths who was gonna chip in any beer money for any Elsan Blue? Les in the Marton Arms got first dibs on our brass, & there were times in high summer when whosoever was elected to empty it had to use a demand valve and diving bottle to breathe as he carried it out.
There were no chemicals for the one I spoke of.
'Cleaning' was a shovel parked outside - for use when the pile was high enough to reach your bum.
Elsan Blue- happy memories.
The first time I was a rally marshal for our caravan club we had a farmers field in Gisburn.
No site toilets so every caravan used its Elsan toilet all weekend-basically a bucket with a seat on and another bucket inside with Elsan in it.
One marshal dug a large hole at the bottom of the field to empty the toilets in. On the Sunday night as everyone left the other marshals asked me( the newbie) to tidy up the site and fill the hole etc.
It was a lovely night but very windy.
When I got round to filling the hole( now a big blue pond with various floating things) I realized how big it was and how much soil I was going to have to shovel.I was going to be there all night.
Right, I thought, big fit lad, big shovel, get stuck in.
I dug deep in the pile of soil, swung hard and sent a good load into the pond.
As I said it was a windy night and not being an expert at this -I was standing downwind!
As the soil flew up it flashed into my mind what I had just done and what was about to happen! It did.
The poo, paper etc soon washed off and I changed clothes but I still had the pond to fill in- that took a long while.
However, Elsan Blue is a very strong dye and word soon went round the offices the next day-'Come and see the blue boss'. I looked like an ancient Briton.
It took all week to get the blue off my face and I couldn't get near my wife for days.
The first time I was a rally marshal for our caravan club we had a farmers field in Gisburn.
No site toilets so every caravan used its Elsan toilet all weekend-basically a bucket with a seat on and another bucket inside with Elsan in it.
One marshal dug a large hole at the bottom of the field to empty the toilets in. On the Sunday night as everyone left the other marshals asked me( the newbie) to tidy up the site and fill the hole etc.
It was a lovely night but very windy.
When I got round to filling the hole( now a big blue pond with various floating things) I realized how big it was and how much soil I was going to have to shovel.I was going to be there all night.
Right, I thought, big fit lad, big shovel, get stuck in.
I dug deep in the pile of soil, swung hard and sent a good load into the pond.
As I said it was a windy night and not being an expert at this -I was standing downwind!
As the soil flew up it flashed into my mind what I had just done and what was about to happen! It did.
The poo, paper etc soon washed off and I changed clothes but I still had the pond to fill in- that took a long while.
However, Elsan Blue is a very strong dye and word soon went round the offices the next day-'Come and see the blue boss'. I looked like an ancient Briton.
It took all week to get the blue off my face and I couldn't get near my wife for days.
My Grandma and Grandad had a two hole lavvy out in the yard.
There was an adult size hole and then a much smaller one - I guess for a child.
They also had a flush lavvy in the house.
I didn't like the flush lavvy - it made such a noise when it was flushed(i thought something was going to come up the bowl and grab hold of me)...but I didn't like the outside lavvy either.
Think there's another thread about smells that stay with you?
At my Great Grandmothers your privy "doings's" as she called em' were covered with ash from the coal fire. Now and again some hot ash still in there sizzled and sparked as it came into contact with the doings's.
I've always thought thats how the word hum became associated with smells.
Back in the 60's people were getting grants to have a bathroom fitted especially in terraced houses, I was an apprentice plumber then and this meant it was my job to dig out the old tippler and then either fit a flush toilet in its place or concrete over after filling in the hole. It took a day to do this and 3 days to get over the sewer gas smell!