When I was a child my family did a lot of camping. One of the things my mom did to make her life easier was to have us kids wash our hands, outside of the camp trailer. In order to do that mom created what we affectionately named Suzie.
Suzie was a rinsed out bleach jug that had been filled with water. The label had been taken off and in place of the label was an artistically drawn womans face(giggle). Out of her mouth, stuck a large nail and off of her handle hung an old nylon with a bar of soap in it.
Suzie was always conveniently hung at kid level, from a tree just inside of our camp site.
Whenever we needed to wash our hands we simply pulled the nail out of her mouth which created a nice stream of clean water, and scrubbed up. No muddy feet or mess was ever made in the trailer.
Pretty clever idea if I do say so.
Many years later I had made a Suzie of my own for my kids to use. She lived a long life, hanging happily from a tree by our fire pit until I realized the kids had gotten bigger and she was no longer being used.
I unceremoniously cut her down and threw her in the trash, never thinking twice about it. Unknown to me, Steve had formed an attachment to Suzie and was not happy I had cut her down.
Then one day I found the above apparatus sitting on my kitchen table. I'm not sure what to name it, but we have used him once already, when the Young Women of the ward came over to have a camp certification cook out.
"Whats his name" sits on a shelf in the garage ready and waiting for the opportunity to rid the world of dirty hands!
Suzie was a rinsed out bleach jug that had been filled with water. The label had been taken off and in place of the label was an artistically drawn womans face(giggle). Out of her mouth, stuck a large nail and off of her handle hung an old nylon with a bar of soap in it.
Suzie was always conveniently hung at kid level, from a tree just inside of our camp site.
Whenever we needed to wash our hands we simply pulled the nail out of her mouth which created a nice stream of clean water, and scrubbed up. No muddy feet or mess was ever made in the trailer.
Pretty clever idea if I do say so.
Many years later I had made a Suzie of my own for my kids to use. She lived a long life, hanging happily from a tree by our fire pit until I realized the kids had gotten bigger and she was no longer being used.
I unceremoniously cut her down and threw her in the trash, never thinking twice about it. Unknown to me, Steve had formed an attachment to Suzie and was not happy I had cut her down.
Then one day I found the above apparatus sitting on my kitchen table. I'm not sure what to name it, but we have used him once already, when the Young Women of the ward came over to have a camp certification cook out.
"Whats his name" sits on a shelf in the garage ready and waiting for the opportunity to rid the world of dirty hands!