After looking more closely at this faded old picture of my maternal grandparents with their children, I suddenly realized I might know where this shot is taken... even though I wasn't born for another twenty years.
I think the mound behind them is the "cave", or root cellar; and the structure in the background, I do believe, is the outhouse! I have two cousins who read this blog, so perhaps they can tell me in email if I'm right.
I don't know why, but it excites me to think there's a picture of Grandma's outhouse. We never called it by that name, by the way. We referred to it as the toilet. I used those facilities many times, visiting my grandma. My uncles finally put running water into her house sometime in the fifties, but in nice weather I still used the toilet when I visited her.
I wish that picture were clearer. My mom is on the right, standing in front of her father.
Today I made the best liver and onions ever, because I finally used enough onions to actually smother the liver. From the garden we had wilted lettuce (no, we're not tired of that), snow peas, and turnips. Cliff surprised me by actually taking a couple of bites of them.
The beets needed thinning, and I pulled up enough baby ones to have Harvard beets tomorrow. We're eating all this good garden stuff (as well as the liver) now, because starting next Sunday it'll be mostly meat, potatoes, chocolate, and starches for a week, once our son comes to visit. He never was much for veggies, except for sweet corn, and green beans with cheese sauce.