An elderly neighbor lady from my childhood (now long-gone, both the lady and my childhood) told of the time when she was young and they had a new outhouse pit dug. She and her siblings were running and jumping over the as-yet open former long drop. In doing so, she lost her bonnet into the abyss. The hired man rather clumsily retrieved it with a rake, smearing it in the process, which garnered him a sound verbal thrashing from my neighbor's mother.
