Wednesday 30 October 2013

October in the Cabinet of Curiosities, by Laurie Graham




No, not a gravy boat, though it would make a very pretty one.

This is a bourdaloue, once the salvation of many a lady caught with a full bladder in a public place. The only problem was, having used it she needed someone to empty it for her. If she didn’t have a maid I suppose she could have slipped it under a chair and nonchalantly kicked it over with the toe of her dainty slipper. 

I find it interesting to see things that were once a part of my daily life becoming collectable antiques. I was born too late for a bourdaloue but not for a chamber pot. Growing up in a house with no indoor plumbing it was an essential item under every bed.  Mine was pink. My parents had one in blue and white willow pattern. The unenviable job of emptying them each morning fell to the females of the house. When you were deemed old enough to empty your own gesunder you knew you’d really grown up.

Gesunder was one of its several affectionate names. As in ‘gesunder the bed’.  ‘Jerry’ had a similar etymology, during and after World War Two.  Po (from pot-de-chambre) was the favourite in our neighbourhood, which caused a lot of stifled mirth when we did the rivers of Italy in school.
The chamber pot wasn’t a very hygienic thing but by the 20th century it was at least  used in the privacy of the bedroom. Up to the 19th century gentlemen, full of claret and ready to progress to the port, depended on finding a po in the dining room sideboard, though of course they’d only use it after the ladies had withdrawn. Why, you may ask yourself, didn’t they go to another room relieve themselves? What, and risk missing a bit of gossip or a good joke?

Writers of historical fiction sometimes get berated either for bringing 21st century sensibilities to their creations, or for not doing so. Personally I’m in the ‘tell it how it really was’ camp. And the bourdaloue is a good reminder that spending a penny hasn’t always been a private affair. I wonder, by the way, how long the expression ‘spending a penny’ will remain in circulation. On Horsefair Street in Leicester sixty years ago a penny used to buy you a very comfortable call in a spotlessly clean cubicle. Nice warm wooden seats too.  Those were the days. As for bourdaloues  -  named by the way, after a French priest famous for his bladder-testingly long sermons - they are now collectors' items. And chamber pots look very nice planted with geraniums.

9 comments:

Caroline Lawrence said...

I love it, Laurie! Especially the monkey on the bottom of a *gesunder* saying "Keep me clean and use me well. And what I see I will not tell." Hilarious!

Joan Lennon said...

I'll never look at a gravy boat in the same way again. Not that I spend a lot of time looking at gravy boats, of course. Thanks for this!

Melinda Hammond/Sarah Mallory said...

Fabulous post, Laurie, thoroughly enjoyed it. I think the bourdaloue would fit well into a contemporary rom com - snobbish hausfrau showing off her new antique gravy boat......

Mary Hoffman said...

And now that stations charge 30p we need a new expression! Thanks, Laurie, for an amusing and informative post. My parents used to call them gazunders (spelt thus) too.

Sue Bursztynski said...

Oh, yes, I think the bourdaloue was mentioned in a book called The Secret Life Of Pee, which I'm reading on ebook. You just couldn't invent this stuff, honestly!

Simon Jones said...

My Grandmother who had no bathroom until the 90s called her chamber pot Lucy Lucket (rhymes with bucket)

Petrea Burchard said...

Delightful!

RWMG said...

Pepy's diary 21 April 1664:

and so to the office, we sat all the afternoon, but no sooner sat but news comes my Lady Sandwich was come to see us, so I went out, and running up (her friend however before me) I perceive by my dear Lady blushing that in my dining-room she was doing something upon the pott, which I also was ashamed of, and so fell to some discourse, but without pleasure through very pity to my Lady.

http://www.pepysdiary.com/diary/1664/04/21/

Come on Sam. Couldn't you have given the poor woman a bit of privacy?

Penny Dolan said...

Can't help think that pretty yellow bird with the pointy beak is a touch perilous for practical personal use? Great post and pictures, Laurie.