Moving an Outhouse and a Visit to an Old Homestead

I couldn’t contain my excitement when we moved the privy to the farm a couple of weeks ago. I sent my family a text message with a picture saying my dream is coming true, we are moving an outhouse to the farm. My mom wrote back saying she doesn’t know why she deserves all this crazy. You see, my mother wears six pounds of jewelry at all times, she never leaves the house without makeup, and her nails are always meticulously done. My father, on the other hand, owns rabbits, birds, guinea pigs, a dog and a few chinchillas, he collects house plants and pretty much everything else. My brother prefers sleeping in the desert, where he spends his time with his altered Jeep meant for off-road driving only and his dirt bike. On the same day we moved the outhouse he got a new ATV. He keeps her on an almost-heart-attack state constantly while her daughter is moving an outhouse, planning to run a vegetable farm with three little kids while at the same time building a house of mud.
I texted her back saying she is our mother; she should know where this crazy comes from. Of course, she blamed my dad without hesitation ;-)
Such is my lovely family.
It all started from a Craigslist ad. My husband found a tiny house for sale, and we contacted the lady asking to come see it.


David ended up going to check it by himself a couple mornings later. He called me after his visit, and I could hear the excitement in his voice. My husband does not get excited easily so I figured this must be good.


He liked the tiny house very much and wanted to move it to the farm. Even though we have some experience with moving things by ourselves, we know this time we will have to call the professionals because it was too tall and heavy. It will take some time to find someone to move it for us.


“Meanwhile,” he said, “we can take the outhouse.”


“The outhouse!” I exclaimed, jumping with joy, “there is an outhouse?”


“Yes, and she is giving it to us for free!”


I’ve been talking my husband’s ears off about my outhouse obsession for months by then, and I am sure, most of all he was just happy there was a chance I will finally shut up and leave him alone.


On Saturday, we loaded up the kids and drove to Judy’s old homestead to pick up the outhouse.
And what do you know… We stepped back in time. Only 25 minutes from our home, practically inside the city limits, between beautiful pastures, we found this handmade, rustic, homestead. I kinda forgot about the outhouse; I had to hear the stories first.


Judy explained that the 92 acres the homestead is on, are owned by an older couple. This whole place is now pastures and forest, but back then, in the seventies, it used to be a hippie commune. Judy’s house and another we passed on our way are the only two left. The couple let Judy stay on the land as long as she wants with the condition that she keeps it rustic. Her house used to be very small, but with the help of friends and family she kept adding to it over the years. She raised three boys here, all grown now.
The first thing to catch my eye was the plumbing system. Water flows from the metal roof down the gutter into 6 inch pipes…
Lee @ Lady Lee's Home
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  • Valerie Valerie on Nov 26, 2014
    I have really enjoyed reading your post, as well as a visit to your blog. Mud houses are still quite common in the rural areas of South Africa, and some tribes decorate the outsides with paint making them look absolutely beautiful. I loved hearing about the moving of the out-house, and about your delightful family! Do keep us posted on how things progress!
  • Chris aka monkey Chris aka monkey on Nov 26, 2014
    @Lee @ Lady Lee's Home what an awesome post and blog i signed up xx
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