HERB LAKE SHOWERS
By Linda C. Butler
Told by Cecilia Vasiloff
When I was little, our family lived at Red Lake, Ontario. All of us kids bathed on Saturday night, one at a time, in a large tub, usually from oldest to youngest. Since I was the youngest, I was last in line and I complained bitterly that the water was cold and dirty when it was my turn.
Mom would tell me to quit complaining because things were worse when they lived at Herb Lake. They had no bathroom in the house and had to use an outhouse. When they needed a shower they went to the mine shower house, which they could only use when the men were underground. The shower stalls were not always clean and sometimes there was no water. Occasionally Mom saw cockroaches on the damp flooring. After Mom told this story, I would dry myself off and snuggle into bed; glad that I had been born after my folks left Herb Lake.