I love farm tours - when I was a kid my parents had several different farm tours - you know back in the day - the good ole' days - the 70's! They always offered house tours so "the women had something to do as well" - farm tours were fun when I was a kid, now they are just hard work - back then I had no concept how hard my parents had to work to get ready for those tours! I remember them all fondly, except for one!
The 1978 Indiana Farm Management Tour - this one just makes me hang my head and giggle!
I was 8 years old, it was July, people were touring our home farm with our shop and equipment, our grain facilities and "for the women" a tour of our recently remodeled farm home!
Here is the description from the guide book of our home:
-Down the circular stairway to the lower level . . . . .
to the part that says
-The farm office with bath is easily accessible to the patio entrance.
The tour started upstairs, thru the "entrance, with a place for sewing and book storage", into the kitchen, the master bedroom, the dining room with "a fantastic view of the farm fields and woods along Sugar Creek" (don't you wonder who writes this stuff?) then onto the "children's bedroom wing" then down stairs - my point here is that there was some time spent upstairs before heading down - it was later in the day and the "farm wife" crowd was dwindling, I said to my Mom "I really have to go to the bathroom!" - I pause now because you are either:
- laughing because you know where this is headed
- you should re-read the above layout of the home for further understanding
Here is where I will tell you that I was stylin' that day - sporting my all yellow with white trim one-piece terry cloth romper, pigtails and white thong sandals - by 1970's standards I was one cute 8 year old, if I do say so myself!
For those of you who were not fortunate enough to own or know what a "romper" is:
|this is exactly the style mine was that day - all ONE piece, elastic waist, ties on each shoulder|
So I have said to my Mom that I really need to pee - she says "OK go down stairs to the office bathroom, I will stall the next group as long as possible"!
From that moment until the bathroom door flew open is really nothing but a blur - I do recall hearing my Grandmother say the words: "And this is Stephen's office, he and Bobbie keep all the farm books here - and it even has an attached bathroom . . ." and the door swings open and I am sitting on the toilet with my snazzy one-piece terry cloth romper and flowered underwear dangling around my ankles while my Grandmother and about 15 "farm wives" are staring at me naked as a jay bird takin' care of business! It seemed like forever until my Grandmother fully comprehended that she needed to close the door - I am glad it was near the end of the day because I spent the rest of the tour hiding in the furnace room "where there is plenty of storage shelves, a furnace as well an efficient wood-burning stove capable of heating the entire 2 level home and a space just big enough for an embarrassed 8 year old girl to hide"!
So here we are about a month and half from said tour and it is time for me to kick it into high and get some work done but at the top of my list is the reminder:
Pee before the tour and then hold it till everyone is gone!