As a child, I visited my grandparents in Sixes, Georgia outside of Canton for the entire summer. There was no modern plumbing system only well water. All the water used for cooking and bathing had to be drawn by buckets from the well. I took my bath in a large tin bucket like the one in the picture hanging on the front porch. In the evening, I bathed on the back porch and the water had to be heated in a kettle on a old wooden stove. The tin bucket had many uses. It was used to wash the freshly picked garden vegetables and it was used to wash my behind.
My grandmother made her own soap for washing clothes. It was harsh and I never used it. I always prefer catching rain water for my bath. There was a delight in knowing I was being bathed from the waters that fell from the heavenly sky. Maybe there was star dust floating in the water or it might have been touched by the moon or kissed by an angel. In other words, it was a heavenly bath for a young child to enjoy.
