My grandparents didn't get indoor plumbing until the late 80's. They had 2 wells for water in their front yard, everyone drank out of the same bucket, ladel. In the winter, baths were few and far between as they bathed mostly in a creek, when the weather and water temps allowed. In winter, it was a big galvanized tub thing with water heated on the wood stove and they got more than 1 bath per filling. They had a 2 holer shithouse behind the house that emptied down over a cliff and they didn't use toilet paper, they used magazines. I used to hate going there and staying nights. They lived out in the country and that shithouse wasn't just outside the back door, it was down over the hill in back of the house. God forbid, as a kid, you had to go in the middle of the night. They built another one day, about 50 yds down the line on the same cliff and I asked why. Not too long after, I learned. They shoved the old one over the cliff before it fell. These were my mother's parents and they raised 12 kids there. Both passed in the early 2000's in their early 80's. My parents are both 82. Hard to believe they survived, we survived. I'd trade times in a heartbeat....parts anyway. Real world problems.