THROUGHOUT HISTORY, A VARIETY OF NAMES ARE ASSOCIATED WITH "TOILETS"

 I choose not to go back to the time of the Garden of Eden, but will show a real life toilet used by myself in Great Britain a few decades ago. Nowadays, the Brits call the ones on the streets as (PC's) which stood for Public Convenience's, and they were along the streets in large cities such as London. They went straight down on the other side of where the underground trains traveled.When I was a kid in Nephi, we went up to ride the calves at Joe & Ross Garrett, but weren't allowed to use the indoor plumbing if President David O. Mckay was coming down, as it was standard procedure he stayed with the Stake President who was Ross Garrett. So, the inside restroom was spotless as their were four gals in the family, and Blake and us roughnecks had to use the outside "two holers" and couldn't use expensive toilet paper, but "Unworthy" newspapers! We still hung around the home of Ross Garrett, as to us young kids David O. McKay was the President of the LDS Church, and we had always been taught as youngster's that he was the only man on earth that was gifted with the power to directly communicate with God Himself. After a few years of walking the straight line, I began to falter, and finally arrived at this point in my stumbling, that unless I Repent with sincere effort, I just may join a never ending life of burning like the tumbleweeds we used to burn during agriculture burns, but that is another story. Back to the outdoor PC. Like my grandfather(Wm. Jones) who served on an LDS mission in the British Isles, I had his journal, and seemed to follow his footsteps, and I was now perplexed on how in the world I could flush this toilet type contraption. Before I came up with some of my own thoughts, I wondered how my brother-Medic Hal Jones survived such things on the front lines in Viet Nam, taking the place of Blair Wilkey of Nephi, who was killed a few days before. Those guys had to "improvise" and I tried to figure out the same. The TP they used was waxed paper, much like what my mother fixed our school lunches with. I was always a great believer in prayer, but thought their was more important issues to pray for. That same brother is undergoing heart surgery in the morning, so I am going to finish this story, so I can get in a more respectful place to pray for "Doc Hal" instead of this true, but unholy predicament. If you or a family member was in the 9th Infantry, if bullets from Sniper enemy didn't get them, a Pumjoi stick may. They were set up by the enemy and once a GI tripped the string, a stick covered with dog or human excrement would spring up and take them down. Medics like Hal could detect them and the foot soldier would follow his medical advice more than a Lt., as they didn't learn Viet Gong Guerrilla warfare in Officers School. At the "One Holer" I finally found a chain which I pulled and down the pipe ran rain water and opened the trap door. That was not like home, but better than going to a Viet Nam Outhouse, where there was one hole like an "Outhouse" where one would lean up against the wall; bend the knees and let it fly. I stood at the doorway for females to protect the privacy and then gave the person a squirt of disinfecting cleanser. The guy who invented the pictured toilet is "Sir John Crapper" and thus we get the nicknames. Okay, now go flush!