Night soiler???

[PaulaToo]

Hi polidor, meet another one with an ancestor in the same biz!

My Thomas Richard Smith put himself down on his daughter's birth cert as a Labourer.
On the census returns he is Labourer(Nightman)
Not good enough for his upwardly mobile daughter he is down on BOTH her wedding certificates as Inspector of Nuisances.

That's given me many a laugh.

Bet it was a lonely trade, but I feel a bit less lonely myself now, I wonder if there are any more descendants of Inspector out there............

[Trees]

Just for fun
Sung by generations of Cub Scouts to the tune “There's no place like home”
The corporation muck cart was full up to the brim
The driver fell in backwards and found he could not swim
He sank right to the bottom just like a little stone
And as he sank he gurgled
There's no place like home

Seriously we lived in a village in the late 1940s and we all (houses ,school, village halletc) had pits which were emptied by tanker  then he drove to the field behind our house and drove round and round disgorging the load
The field was on a slope and we kids loved to play in it-not on sewage day! We had a "tiger" swing over the pool at the bottom of the field. A rope hung from a branch with big knots to put your feet on looking back perhaps it wasn't so funny when we all took our turn falling in
Trees

[MC]

'Down under' the official name was the 'Sanitary Man' and he came in a big square truck called the Sanitary Cart - with all these little doors along the side, where he would put all the full pans in after leaving a clean new pan in the outside toilet (the slang for it was dunny)

At Christmas time we would leave out a bottle of beer and he would leave a little X   mas card with a poem on it (usually funny) signed 'The Sanitary Man'.

  Very early one morning we were out driving and came across an accident where a Sanitary Cart and a Milk Truck had collided and the Sanitary Cart had overturned...not nice!

 ::)I shudder to think about the Good old Day's...between him, the ice-man and the prop man!

Now do you want some gruesome stories about Bali!

MC

[Rosemary*]

    My mother (now nearly 91), who was born and bred in Norfolk, remembers the night soilers well - they were called "The Lavender Men". She has also told me that later on when cess-pools were installed my Grandfather would know when it was time for theirs to be emptied ........ the rhubarbs planted next to the cess-pool would be enormous!

          Ahhhhh .. Rhubarb crumble and custard !!!!!


               Rosemary