Prince Albert Voice
I just discovered I have some ancestors who did some rather nasty things.
Elinor Florence, an author friend of ours, lives in BC. Recently she went to northeastern Scotland. There she searched and was able to find information on a relative, Donald McKay. In the 19th century he had a croft--a small rented farm. In 1821 he was forced off his croft by the landlord.
“Don’t let ’em tear that little old buildin’ down
There isn’t any like it in the country or the town”
These lines are from a song--you’ve likely heard it--in praise of the outdoor toilet, biffy, privy, outhouse , backhouse, thunder shack and other names not suited for polite society. A fellow I jam with did this little ditty recently. It expresses a nostalgic sadness for the old outhouses and their near disappearance.