It is definitely a “real” story! Thank you for sharingI read about a lot of folks who had outhouses but except for the deer camp I never had one. One summer though ('73), I helped my Dad install bathrooms in houses that had just gotten "city water". These were worker's cabins on a Sugar plantation between New Orleans and Baton Rouge (and all that that implies) and may have been using those outhouses for 200 years.
Dad was an electrician but work was slow and he was painting and plumbing on his BIL's place and I had just graduated (HS) in time to help out. One of the houses was an Acadian style house that was probably the "big house" a couple hundred years ago. It was hot and dirty work but the River was high and at night we would go 'froging' and run trot lines for catfish. Great chance to work with my hands, and my Dad.
No real story here, just a chance to reminisce. Thanks.