Toilets

[flashman]

I remember the long drop in our house on Water Street, Great Harwood. We used old cut up newspapers instead of toilet paper so on cold days I just lit some and dropped them down. It was warm and comfortable but I finished up with a smoky bum!

 

[Gordon Booth]

My grandparents had a 'long drop'. I remember going out to it one day and hearing this meow from the bottom(luckily before I used it).
Grandad got a torch and there at the bottom were these two glowing eyes. He came back with a long brush, lowered it down, the cat climbed on and up he came. As soon as he reached the top he flew off, showering us with unpleasantness!
I still remember it was a sort of ginger, although that may not have been its natural colour.

I wonder what would happen to a cat which fell in a 'tippler' which then tipped? They say cats can find their way home but there's a limit.

I remember the old Observer had a nice texture, similar to Izal but thicker and safer to use.

 

[Margaret Pilkington]

My Grandparents had a two hole tippler toilet outside......they also had a flush toilet upstairs(I thought they were very posh)...back to the two holer...who on earth would want to have someone sat next to them while they did the necessaries?
Grandad was always sent out to the backyard lavvy when he had been out and had a skinful the night before.......it was a long time before I understood the reasoning behind this.

 

[Eric]

My dad often talks about the communal bog they had on Mill Street in Clayton. He said you could always tell when someone had been drinking Lion's bitter

.... and eating curry. The mind bog-gles.

 

[Eric]

First I remember was a tippler, when we lived on Queen Street ... when we moved in with my grandad on Rishton Rd., there was a real flush, ceramic bog outside. Weren't all outdoor bogs next to the coal shed? Oh for the days when you could recycle the "Daily Mail" right in your own bog

 

[cashman]

First I remember was a tippler, when we lived on Queen Street ... when we moved in with my grandad on Rishton Rd., there was a real flush, ceramic bog outside. Weren't all outdoor bogs next to the coal shed? Oh for the days when you could recycle the "Daily Mail" right in your own bog

The outside bog was always next to the coal hole, in all the houses i lived in.

 

[Margaret Pilkington]

In our communal yard, at the house where I spent most of my childhood, the lavvies were in a bank on one side of the yard, the coal holes were in a bank on the other side of the yard.
Coal holes were locked ...the lavvies were not(thank goodness).
You didn't need to worry about anyone stealing the lavvy paper, we all wiped our BTMs on one newspaper or another. No Andrex back then.

 

[jaysay]

First I remember was a tippler, when we lived on Queen Street ... when we moved in with my grandad on Rishton Rd., there was a real flush, ceramic bog outside. Weren't all outdoor bogs next to the coal shed? Oh for the days when you could recycle the "Daily Mail" right in your own bog

If you hadn't have bought it you would have knackered Eric

 

[jaysay]

In our communal yard, at the house where I spent most of my childhood, the lavvies were in a bank on one side of the yard, the coal holes were in a bank on the other side of the yard.
Coal holes were locked ...the lavvies were not(thank goodness).
You didn't need to worry about anyone stealing the lavvy paper, we all wiped our BTMs on one newspaper or another. No Andrex back then.

I was brought up in Monarch Street Ossy Margaret, on our side of the street (RIGHT H. S. going down) we all had our own back yard and loo + coal shed, on the other side they had a communal Yard which shared with top three houses in Milton Street, the loos were in a bank as were the coal sheds. We were lucky in our house my mother worked at Hygiene Supplies on Stone Bridge Lane, who made nothing but bog rolls, we had um coming out of our ears

 

[violet]

remember public toilets at the top of victoria st clayton next to the canal near to the tory club violet