Early years

I remember the first “bathtub” dad built for us kids.  It was the thin cement blocks, stood on end and cemented to the floor.  The spicket came straight out of the wall.  We played in there a lot and eventually wore the paint off the floor so our butts would get sore as we sat on the raw concrete. When we got too big for this tub, dad just added a second row of blocks to make it deeper.