Don’t know if anyone actually looks forward to these posts or not, but I have been pretty busy at work this past week and haven’t had the energy to work on this. I’ll will try to do better.
It’s funny how things will spark your memory and bring back to mind images that you haven’t thought of in years. We were watching TV the other night and there came on the set a commercial for a septic tank cleaner. It showed what can happen when your septic tank gets full or clogged up and they have to come in with a back-hoe and dig it up and clean it out.
Well, the only house I ever lived in that had a septic tank was the little house we had in New Jersey. In my mind, I can picture going through the kitchen and out a back door that lead to a small mud-room just beyond the kitchen. You would then turn right and go through a screen door to the outside – the back yard. Now almost directly in front of that door a few feet away was buried the septic tank. We only lived there for 2 years or so, but I think we had to have it dug up and cleaned out during that time.
Our backyard was interesting. When you exited the back door and walked straight ahead, you were walking by the back of the house. The lawn was fairly flat right near the house, but if you turned left and tried to walk through the back yard, the ground suddenly sloped upward. The backyard was mostly a hill and started low near the house and rose several feet as it proceeded toward the rear of the property. This hill was great in the winter time for sliding down on a sled. It wasn’t too steep and for the little people that we had, it was just right. However, in the summer when I had to cut the lawn, it was a royal pain in the neck. But, you get used to anything and we enjoyed our back yard as much as we could.
Dad