The WC

My mother-in-law, Marianne Finnegan, passed away July of 2017. She was a fun loving-person, who enjoyed a good joke, but could never tell one. While we were going through her belongings, we came upon this: 

A ‘WC’ is an English or German bathroom or Water Closet.

Some time ago, an English Lady was looking for rooms in Switzerland and asked a schoolmaster if he would recommend any. He took her to several places and, everything being arranged, she decided to take one of the rooms. 

On her way home, however, it occurred to her that she had not noticed a WATER CLOSET. She immediately wrote the schoolmaster to ask if there was a W.C. in or near the house. The Schoolmaster, upon receiving the letter, was baffled, for he did not understand the abbreviation W.C. 

Finally he asked the parish priest to help him. Together they tried to find out what the lady meant and concluded that she meant a “Wayside Chapel”. So they wrote her the following letter. 

Dear Madam: 

I have the pleasure to inform you that the W.C. is situated only nine miles away from the house in the center of a beautiful grove of trees and surrounded by beautiful and magnificent scenery. It is capable of holding 25 people. 

It is open Tuesday, Thursday, and Sundays of each week. There are a good number who go during the summer months. I would advise you to go there early if you want a good seat, although there is plenty of standing room. This is an unfortunate position, especially if you are in the habit of going regularly. 

No doubt you will be glad to know that a number of people take their lunch with them and make a day of it, while others who cannot spare the time travel by car and arrive there just in time. I would advise your ladyship to go on Thursday because there is an organ accompaniment on that day. The surroundings are really excellent and even the most delicate sounds are audible. 

It may interest you to know that our daughter was married in the W.C. and as a matter of fact, that is where she first met her husband. I remember well the rush for seats on that particular day. There were exactly 10 people on the seat I usually occupy. 

It was wonderful to watch the changing expressions on their faces. A wealthy resident of the district recently donated a bell for the W.C., which rings each time you enter it.

My wife is rather delicate and cannot go regularly. It’s been more than six months since she last went. Naturally, it pains her very much not to be able to go more often. 

I shall be glad to save a seat for you. 

Yours Truly.

I remember when my wife read this out loud to us and we couldn’t stop laughing. We live on in the hearts of the people we touch. Mom you will always be with us; laughter and tears.

2 thoughts on “The WC

  1. Kathy Wickersham

    I loved visiting Aunt Marianne and Uncle Don with my Mom and sisters. After my Mom passed away she took the time each week to call us. I continued visiting them after Mom passed away and loved hearing her stories. I miss them almost as much as much as I miss my parents.

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