Is it possible for me, to recollect some of the 'olden days?" i must hve been at east two years old and potty training. My grandmother's house on Pinto Street in San Antonio had a bathroom with an old fashioned water closet toilet. It was one tat had the tank up high over the toilet seat and up next to the ceiling.
My earliest memories are of my Aunt Celia who was about twenty years old standing in front of me while I sat on the toilet seat. I think she was just talking me through the process and encouraging me to potty in the toilet. I was terrified of when the toilet was flushed and the sound of the water flushing and making me think the water was going to come down on my head! The tank was wooden, made out of a dark stained wood.
The house was where my father grew up as a young boy after they moved to town from the cement plant where his father lived, at Portland Cement. His parents were separated for a lot of years from the time Carlos, my dad was about twele or thirteen years old. He said he took the separation quite hard, as did is mother, Cuquita. He told me that Nane as my grandmother was called would shake and cry and the kids had to hold her arms and hand down at her side so she wouldn't hurt herself out of grief of her and their children in the separation and eventual divorce.
i have a group picture of the family in 1931 to post soon.
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