We’ll just put this particular blog down to extreme boredom after all the build-up and excitement of Christmas. With the day winding down, and feeling at loose ends, it just hit me that this is Sunday night…and it’s going to be Monday in about six minutes. That means, according to my self-imposed schedule, that I should have something ready to post after midnight.
So what came immediately to mind, when considering what I might write about tonight?
Don’t even ask because I don’t have a clue. It was just there. Thanks to some research awhile back on outhouses, it’s one more piece weird information rattling around this head of mine. And much like those little numbered balls pop up for lottery games, I guess tonight was Mr. Crapper’s turn to come to the forefront of my mind.
Warning: This video isn’t exactly G-rated. More like PG-13.
As surnames go, I can only say that I’m eternally grateful that I don’t come from a long line of Crapper’s. I mean really. Can you think of any century where that would be a good name to have? Even if your parents were filthy rich, kings and queens even…
Can you imagine being a kid these days, on the first day of school and having the teacher do roll call? “Billy Benson, Lucy Carmichael, Tommy Cra…pper?” Can you see Tommy’s little hand shooting proudly up in the air, or confidently calling out, “Here!” Not! I see poor Tommy sitting under his desk, head hung in shame, and wondering why his mother hadn’t insisted that dear old dad take her maiden name.
And speaking of Mama Crapper, who would even consider dating a guy with that last name? I mean, when I was in school, your heart would just ache for the kids whose last name was Butts because, let’s face it, they were the butt of a lot of jokes. But Crapper? Yeah, let’s introduce the folks to prom date, Tom Crapper…
Seriously though, if you can be serious about anything having to do with the name Crapper, the man did do a lot of good for modern plumbing. No, he didn’t invent the flush toilet, but was apparently quite the advocate for sanitary indoor plumbing.
And, continuing in the serious vein, on January 27th we have the honor of celebrating Thomas Crapper Day. I’m not entirely sure how we would do that. Maybe decorate our toilets, or give them a good cleaning. Some of you might want to organize a parade in your city. Or we could petition the football people to add an additional game. Yes, you guessed it, the Toilet Bowl.
On the other hand, maybe some of my talented author friends could take the idea in the video below and write a best seller about Mr. Crapper.
Are you distantly related to Thomas Crapper? Would you date someone with that last name? Marry them? If so, would you keep your maiden name? (yes, I should have had a nap today…)