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Juanita - Sounds like your childhood was somewhat like mine. Although we never had outdoor plumbing, my mother's sister's family did. And I've used a slop jar at their house. We had to bathe in a #3 wash tub while there. I would go and spend most of the summer with them. I remember them having a shed where they kept pototaes piled on the floor and onions hanging from the ceiling. Oh, yes, and garlic too. I remember one time my Dad helped my uncle butcher a hog and they made me watch so I could get an education. Some education, all right. It is good to reminence. It seems to make our childhood seem not so bad as we once thought it was, huh? I think the pink flamingoes flew to Houston and ended up in a courtyard of a townhouse I have listed for sell. Best to you. Jo Ann