My mother was a closet arsonist. Not many in the family know that simple fact. Her favorite target was outhouses. This week at Little Plum Place we encountered a calm and somewhat warm day for these parts and took time out from building to move and burn the outhouses. Some will say “How could you?”. The answer….easy. The condition of the 3 seater next to the school house was questionable. We noticed a 4 inch diameter post driven deep into the ground and the outhouse was bolted to this post to keep it upright. The condition inside was worse. Animal scat of all varieties, a door that would barely open due to the slanting angle of the structure and no working dung hole under the outhouse. The unit behind the church, we found out through a neighbor, was actually one of the original outhouses from the school. It had been moved years earlier ‘to work on’. No seating, a missing door and
no hole. After crunching numbers for ‘repairs’ it became evident that we would be far better off financially and health wise to burn both and replicate a unit for show at the school house at a later date. I called my brother to come join in the festivities. He inherited my mothers burning desire to burn the undesirable, plus he has a working ‘farm’ truck for projects like this. You can see from the photo how close this unit was to the LP tank. No choice but to give a quick yank (only one) and start to drag it to the burn pile. 
Unfortunately it did not make the trip intact and the rest of the crew followed behind, picking up pieces until only the roof was left dangling behind the truck.
Outhouse unit number 2 (the 3 seater) was situated far enough away from the school house and wood shed to burn where it stood. I had kept a moving box and a few bits of packing papers for this occasion. One match and 20 minutes later, this was the result.
