Last year at this time, we were getting desperate.  Our old house had sold, we had downsized considerably and were still searching for a house that would suit our aging lifestyle.  We had limitations.  We wanted a house that was on one level – preferably no basement – two car garage – away from the hustle and bustle of city living – low maintenance.  Not too much to expect for our price range.

We were at the end of our journey, when our current home came on the market at a lower price and we jumped at it.  In order to make our closing dates work out, it could’ve been perceived as the last resort, but we really love our new old house.

This little gem met very few of our requirements.  It was built in 1875 and rebuilt after a tornado almost demolished it entirely in 1949.  It’s a charming, little, two story farm house, with 14 steps leading to the second floor with two bedrooms and no bathroom.  Everything has been renovated, so there wasn’t an extreme amount of work to be done – other than electrical and plumbing.  The house is located in the heart of a fairy small town, which is a hub of artistic activity.  We are five blocks from the main street and our backyard backs up to the freeway.  Oh and we have a one car garage which is still full of boxes.  So much for a quiet country home with no steps and everything on one floor.

We joked about installing one of those chair lift thingys so we wouldn’t have to go up and down the stairs, but it occurred to us that they take quite a while to get to their destination and if one of us had to get up in the night to use the bathroom it could prove  disastrous.  We also talked about inserting a portable potty into the chair lift, but that seemed inconceivable too.

A couple days ago I found the answer to our upstairs bathroom dilemma at a garage sale.

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As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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  1. Salvageable says:

    Ah, yes, the chamber pot… a timeless solution to a perennial problem. J.

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  2. This made me really smile! When we went camping this year we took our pop up camper but camped in the national forest areas…..I was very grateful for my little portable camping toilet!
    That chamber pot really is quite pretty as chamber pots go…..I have a couple old enamel ones that came from grandparents.

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  3. I bought one of those at an antique market–brown transferware…now sitting in my guest bathroom filled of various pretty little soaps I’ve picked up here and there—and if you use that thing Kathy—I’ll have to come up there an take it away from you!!!!!!

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  4. Oh, you are hilarious!!

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