When I first arrived in Canada, I lived in Kincaid, a small village in southern Saskatchewan. Here it is ... a little smaller, but still there:
Village of Kincaid - Home
Every house had a biffy ... the only buildings with sewer and running water were the school and the hotel ... it was bad in summer (temps up to 40c) and worse in winter (temps down to -45c) ... but folks got by. On Hallow'een, the kids used to move the biffy off the hole ... more than one unsuspecting citizen fell down a hole
... and this was the late sixties. The highways weren't paved ... and most homes had their drinking water hauled in. But the folks were the children and grandchildren of homesteaders, and most could remember the dust bowl of the "dirty thirties". Farmers always carried a roll ot tp in their trucks, tractors, and combines ... when you are summer fallowing the back forty, you take a dump out in the field
