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My "bathtub" was a washtub until I was 8. We all had baths on Saturday night, same tub, same water (ick). Dad was first, then Mom, then me, then baby sister. It wasn't until after Dad died and I got a stepfather that we got running water and a bathroom. My stepfather did that (same house). He built on an extra room for the bathroom, dug the trench and hole for the septic tank, which he built himself from concrete blocks and concrete. He was amazingly handy. If he had lived longer, who knows what improvements he could have accomplished. But we only had him for two years before he died of cancer.

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