Chamber pots and outhouses

Our first house had all the modern conveniences with a refridgerator and indoor plumbing. We were the new people and probably always would be. One of our neighbors was a lobster fisherman. He had a two seater outhouse that had a building attached where he kept the lobsters that he sold. His granddaughter would often visit and we would play together. There weren't any other children on Main Street.
Much to my mothers' disdain, I thought outhouses were really neat and didn't understand why we didn't have one. Everyone else had one, why not us? Charlie's was really the best though, since it was a two seater. Tina and I could both go together. What can I tell you, that's just the way it was. They also had chamber pots which were kept under the bed so you didn't have to get up and go outside. We never thought about the fact that Charlie's wife had to empty them every day and clean them; they were just there.
Somewhere there should be a memory of the air permeated with the odor of outhouse, seaweed and lobster or chamber pots under the bed. Strangely enough though, there isn't.