The Old Wooden Tub
by Edgar Guest
I like to get to thinking of the old days that are gone
when there were joys that nevermore the world will look upon
the days before inventors smoothed the little cares away
and made, what seemed but luxuries then, the joys of every day;
when bathrooms were exceptions and we got our weekly scrub
by standing in the middle of a little wooden tub.
We had no rapid heaters and no blazing gas to burn,
we boiled the water on the stove and each one took his turn.
Sometimes to save expenses we would use one tub for two;
the water brother Billy used for me would also do,
although an extra kettle I was granted, I admit,
on winter nights to freshen and to warm it up a bit.
We carried water up the stairs in buckets and in pails
and sometimes splashed it on our legs, and rent the air with wails,
but if the nights were very cold, by closing every door
we were allowed to take our bath upon the kitchen floor.
Beside the cheery stove we stood and gave ourselves a rub,
in comfort most luxurious in that old wooden tub.
But modern homes no more go through that joyous weekly fun,
and through the sitting rooms at night no half-dried children run,
no little flying tots dash past too swift to see their forms,
with shirts and underwear and things tucked underneath their arms.
The home’s so full of luxury now, it’s almost like a club.
I sometimes wish we could go back to that old wooden tub.
From the Collected Verse of Edgar A. Guest
© 1934 by the Reilly & Lee Company
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I had to smile when I came across this poem by Edgar Guest. It reminded me of what my employer told me back in 1978. He was from a farming family of seven: six girl and himself. They grew up in the ‘Dirty Thirties’ in a very dry prairie region (west of Moose jaw, SK) so bath water was scarce, often obtained by melting snow, and all heated on the stove as the poet says.
On Saturday night my employer’s sisters all got to have their baths first (yes, in the same bath water) and he had to be the last. Even with that extra kettle-full of hot water added, he says the bathwater was pretty murky by the time he set foot in the tub.