My personal experiences with outhouses are much more limited. When I first moved to California, in 1956, Lee and I were often the guests of a beloved friend and physician, Jane. At that time Jane owned a rustic cabin north of Calistoga on the Maacama River. It had incredible charm, and much poison oak. It was without electricity or running water, but being a doctor, Jane kept everything in pristine condition, including the outhouse. For all the years we camped there, the following sign was posted on the inside of the outhouse door, in lovely caligraphy:
O Cloacina, Goddess of this place,
Look on thy suppliants with a smiling face.
Soft, yet cohesive let their offerings flow,
Not rashly swift nor insolently slow.
Like my mother's stories, I loved the composition. Recently I have learned that Cloacina was the Roman Goddess of Sewers and Drains, and that the main drain in the Forum was named Cloaca Maxima in her honor. How enchanting. I think now I need to make a copy an post it in my own digs.