Both my parents were born into homes without indoor plumbing or electricity. Mum’s family used pots at night. They bathed in the kitchen my grandfather first, then grandma then my oldest uncle then mum. My grandma lost a couple of babies and an uncle who was about 9 months old died of an ear infections. Then they moved to the “city” Rochester where the Mayo Clinic was. The rest of mum’s siblings were born there. They had a toilet room indoors, but it was tiny. Just a closet that had a toilet and a small sink. They shared the house with relatives. They still took bathes in the kitchen until a bathtub was installed in a spare bedroom. Mum and her siblings were farmed out to relatives in the summer to work on farms for food and school clothes. My father lived on a farm and had more money. He lied about he’s age and joined the navy for WWII. Mum worked for the Mayo Clinic and was in charge of a group of ladies but got paid less because she lived with her family and lived within walking distance. The way the figured salary was based on these things not your work. I found my parents early lives to be fascinating and tough.