"The Good Old Days"

Everybody seems to remember Doctor Mom taking care of the whole family's enema needs, the bag & hose on the back of the door - and all it produced was a generation that fondly remembers and recreates the experience today, in so many ways. But today we bleach, sterilize, and keep our enema equipment as private and personal as a toothbrush,all in the name of cleanliness and sanitation, while mom shared her bag universally - is this just another development of today's society, where kids playing out until after dark are likely to appear on a milk carton?

Just a guess, but the home-given, mom-given enema was once much mre "acceptable" and open display of th equipment was OK. As for sanitation, my mom found that running very hot water through the easy-to-clean enema can and attachments was sufficient and no one caught sick.

My Mom was a nurse, and I think enemas were part of the curriculum. I only remember three or four times that I was sick and I got the hose treatment. I Hated it! I wonder what made me turn the corner? The bag wasn't kept in the open, I think it was hidden away as to keep it from disappearing.

The good old days are likely lost and gone forever. Those of us from that era either loathed or enjoyed something special. I still view an enema to be one of the simple pleasures. Undoubtedly, my mom and grandma found something special in that preferred treatment.

The enema bag, with it's ornate design and intimidating black nozzle, was actually quite a beautiful object hanging there from the shower head or behind the door. It served as a constant reminder as a child, take care of business or mom will have to give you an enema.

While some of those large soapy enemas were very uncomfortable at the time, I find myself longing for that sense of relief and approval when I finally was acknowleged for being a good boy for my enema.

Little did I know as I got older, that the enema bag would become such a good friend. In times of distress, an enema simply relieves many different symptoms whether medical or psychological. Again, what a simple remedy and pleasure from an era long past.

Maybe it's our age that causes us to look back fondly, but I find the shaped black nozzles so much more erotic/exciting than the straight white ones available today. Is it because that's what was used on us as children? I wish they were still around.

(Giggle) I remember going to my Grandma's house and opening a drawer in her "buffet" in the kitchen and finding ALOT of enema and douche nozzles - and none of them, that I can remember, were white. They were all black and curved. Well maybe some straight, but I do remember the long, black curved ones. She would be cooking and I was playing with the nozzles.

She would have never guessed a little klismo was having fun! 😄

Sarajane

Shame on me, me a moderator of this site, I have to confess a very huge crime :

I throwed away a old enamel can from my grand father 25 years ago. Two years ago I broken a black curved nozzle, I have always the two parts. Never play like SaraJaneP with the nozzles when parents where there.

I fondly remember our family bag. A red open top 2Q bag with red hose. And a flare enema nozzle and that wonderful black curved douche nozzle. I loved taking from that bag when I got the chance.

I feel that when everybody started to think it was a crazy thing to get or give your self an enema was when every body went Private.

I still have my every day used bag hanging on the back of my door but my wife is embarrassed of it and hangs a towel over it or hides it behind the shower certain.

In other strings I have mention how much I loved the good old days and how much that I want to go back to them so I wont start on it again but I do believe that we need to show people that the enema is not dead that we all need to leave out stuff hanging on the back of the door as well as let every body know how healthy it is to be taking enemas instead of pills.

make a state ment and leave it on the back of the door and if anybody asks tell them how much better you with it than without it 😁

Even though we never really discussed enemas with our friends as kids back then, we all knew we all got enemas from our moms and there were always enema bags hanging in our bathrooms for all to see. Would we have been embarrassed if someone had known that we were going to be given or had gotten enemas, probably yes. Two things that happened to me while in elementary school. One afternoon my mom came out in the front yard, where I was playing with friends, carrying her bulging red enema bag w/vaselined up nozzle to tell me that I had to come in the house right now to get an enema. The other thing that happened was that my mom called the school and asked the principal to send me right home so that she could give me an enema before she left to go play cards with her friends. The principal came into my classroom and called me to the door to tell me that I had to go home immediately to be given an enema. I know that she said it loud enough for others in the room to hear and I was so embarrassed, even though no one ever said anything about it to me. I always knew that it was not a good idea to bring anyone home with me from school because my mom often met me at the back door and told me that I should get undressed as she was going to give me an enema. Sometimes the bag was already filled, ready and waiting for me and sometimes not, but most of times it was and I could smell ivory soap as soon as I came in.

My mom rarely gave me enemas but turned this situation over to my aunt who was actually a nurse. Sometimes it would be at our house, but most of the time she just sent me to see Aunt Geneva. This was at the time when nurses wore the traditional white uniform and those wonderful white stockings that I am still hooked on today. If she gave them to me at home, they were very quick and all business, but it was different at her house. She would usually put several pillows on the bathroom floor and cover them with some old towels. I would undress and lie face down across the pillows to elevate my butt in a very open and vulnerable position. She would take lots more time to lubricate me with vasaline (several minutes usually) which would always produce a throbbing erection which she would just comment and pat with her other hand. She usually used a curved black nozzle with the traditional enemel can, and would work the nozzle in and out and wiggle it around as she inserted it and during the enema. I would normally ejaculate during the enema from the nozzle, but if I didn't, she would gently stroke me with her other hand and it only took a few seconds of this. She would always say that this needed to be cleaned out too.....and years later I found out that she was one of the few that enjoyed giving and taking enemas. I only wish that she were still alive and would take me in arm to the prepared bathroom for my routine cleaning.

Mom also,my beloved mother gave me in her soft rubber-apron smal enemas and often suppositorys

As a boy when Mom gave me an enema.Her eye was only on the bag. no way to fool her that it hurt or I'm too full, and cry all you want. That bag had almost go flat. Only then did the enema stop. Then the comliment what a good boy. HAD NO CHOICE!

Indeed, the good old days have been replaced by high fibre cereal and little pre-filled plastic squeeze bottles.

Many years ago I moderated a group where memories were shared. I don't think memories are being created the same way now. One thing of interest is that while enemas are out of favor, even in this day of high fiber diets and Fleets the glycerine suppository remains a staple in many homes. I say this as I notice them being purchased both at the food stores and in the drug stores and often my young women I assume to be moms with a mission.

Back in the day they'd be buying a bag, or a bulb. Now it's a jar of suppositories and a Fleet twin pack. I guess this is the reality of the new world.

Linda

Back in the 50's, the red bag was displayed in every bathroom of the relatives. As kids, we all got them, but never talked about them to our friends or cousins.

I remember once hearing from the parents talking among themselves that My cousin ( Same age as I was) was to receive her first communion at church with her class. (in those days, it was new white dress, flowers, and the whole 9 yards). She became sick with a fever. Her parents said they gave her an emema and it did not help. They told my mom that my cousin even asked for and received another enema because she wanted to be with the group on Sunday. But, it did not work and she missed receiving communion with her class.

I don't think I ever asked for an enema when I was young.

Arthur: Thanks for the site of the New Beth Tyler. I have one of those interchangable bulbus head nozzles and LOVE it! It is pricey, but made by an expert.

I think alot of people here saw the popularity of womwn douching in the 50's and the bag left out to dry. Most every bag I saw in other homes had a vaginal pipe on the hose and remember the "pill" wasn't invented until 1960; before that it was a diaphram and jelly, which was usually washed out after several hours. Agreed, if a bag was used 2-3 times a week by mom, why not switch nozzles and use it on the kids; it was out anyway and Dr.'s were always ordering enemas for kids for any illness. My mom douched 2-3 times/wk. (I knew my parents had had sex), but she hated taking enemas and was an ExLax addict. I only saw her once preparing to take an enema, when all her pills failed. Both douching and enemas are now out of style, but we older people recall when they were routine. Miss those days.

LindaB and BethBeth

It's great to see your posts regarding memories of days past. I have fond memories of those times although not every experience was so wonderful in the moment. Funny how we sometimes long to return or relive some of those moments. It is unfortunate that many of the younger members didn't have similar opportunities.

I recall lurking around the LEJ and feeling a bit envious or even jealous that you gals had such a great environment to share your experiences. I often wondered if my sisters ever developed the same level of attraction to enemas or douching. After all, they were products of the same environment as I. I've just never dared ask them outright.

It would appear that Beth's experiences with her grandma and mom would have many parallels to my experiences. I do remember that my older sister was subjected to the enema bag more so than my two younger sisters who were several years behind us. I guess that times had begun to change far more quicky in the early 60's.

My sister and I would tease each other unmercifully when it came to enemas. She was a champ at convincing my mom to give me an enema just about any time she got one. I succeeded on very few occasions with turnabout. She always got me in the end (pun intended).

The topic of enemas didn't seem to be taboo at family gatherings. My mom, aunt, and grandma were often heard talking about enemas. My cousins weren't immune from the procedure and I know they had an extreme aversion to them. My cousin was recently hospitalized with pancreatitus and waited until it was at a critical point because he was still fearful of getting an enema at the hospital.

As a child i always received Enemas from my Mom. For not feeling good,not wanting to go to school,punishment,temp,and stomach ache you name it.Mom was always willing to give an ENEMA!

Us kids got a few from Mom but not too many really. It was not a secret in our house that Mom believed in them and took them quite often herself. I guess us boys as we got older protested too much so escaped them for the most part. lol

I remember having my aunt lay down newspaper from the bedroom to the bathroom when she was getting ready to give me a large volume enema.

I know that the 40s 50s and 60 were really the "Golden Age " of enemas that is a certainty, I was born in 1975 and enemas were a regular part of life ,my siblings and I got them every Wednesday and either saturday or Sunday evening, sometimes more, we got them before going on trips, or anywhere that might require us to use public restrooms, mom was terrified of the germs and bacteria, we got them before going to amusements park, movies anywhere and on long car trips we were diapered until a certain age. and most if not all of the family was the same way, aunts, uncles, cousins, and probably all of the congregation at our church, mom amd my grandmas were convinced that enemas could cure antyhing, thus I was hooked as a child and I proudly carry on that same tradition today.

I think today may be even better with the advent of all types of enemas, equiptment and nozzles. And with the more taboo atmosphere surrounding enemas, it is even more enticing.

You are lovely by the way and I am glad to read your posts.

Mike

Back in the 50s and 60s there were very few pills, stool softeners and Fleets did not exist. Every home I visited had an enema bag, and or bulb syringe. Mom's also douched with bags or bulbs. By the 70s, douching was discouraged, enemas were replaced with Ex-lax and other pills. The enema was messy and many people hated the invasive procedure. A Fleet was fast, along with our hip lifestyles. Hot water and Ivory soap in a bag was too much trouble when a pill would move bowels. So here we are, perhaps 5% of the population who like the bag and keep the topic alive.

Current Chicago Walgreen's enema bag Window display!!!!!!

Well, sorta. State and Randolph new big Walgreens has window display of large photos of "olden days" window displays, one of which shows numerous enema bags and hot water bottles.

See how many you can count!

Posted 5-22-12

GDFRU

Any possibility that grfdu or another Chicagoan could post a photo here of the Walgreen's

display? Would bring back memories for many here.

I can do that next Tues,---BUT could somebody spell out to me in the simplest terms possible how to put it on my dersktop and then post it to the site,---OR--I can do it on my Iphone 4 if that is easier but still need instruction how to post it.

Im sorry but my wife of 46 years did all of the photography stuff. She passed away in 2010.

Thanks

GDFRU

Sorry, but I'm not tech-savvy either. Hopefully others can advise.

GDFU,

So sorry to hear about your bride of 46 years. Lost one myself when she was 36.

Keep the faith!

Mom kept the B F Goodrich syringe box in the top drawer of the cabinet of the bathroom. The flat drawer fit the Faultless box with a bit of room to spare and my twin sister and I were never to touch it from what I remember. About age 3 or so, my sister became constipated from what I could gather later from memories of that time. At the time I did not remember ever having an enema but might have and never remembered it. Grandmother was staying with us that weekend and soon it was decided that my sister was going to receive some sort of treatment before bedtime. Sister was nervous but not feeling well laying on her bed and I being curious, peeked around the bathroom door frame to see mother and grandmother remove the flat box from the top drawer and begin to fill it at the sink. The big douche nozzle was replaced with a smaller black nozzle and the now full bag was hung from the towel rack above the sink. A big fluffy towel was placed on the sink and a bedpan was placed at the end of the folded fluffy towel. Something was mentioned about time to get Lisa from the bedroom and I quickly slipped down the hallway to the shadows of my room where I would not be noticed. Grandma went to Lisa's room and brought her out by the hand saying it was time to make her feel better. I was very curious about just how they were going to make her feel better with the big rubber bag of soapy water. I watched as grandmother took her into the bathroom door and heard mother say, "Lisa, we have to put you up on the sink so we can give you a treatment."

Since the door had not been closed I decided to slip down the hallway and peek in on the treatment. By the time I got there Lisa was on her back on the towel with her nightshirt pulled up with mother holding her legs up and back her buttocks over the bedpan. Grandmother was holding the black enema nozzle almost touching her bottom saying to take a deep breath. Next thing I knew Lisa was being made to take the invasion of the black nozzle in her backside which made her jump a bit. When the nozzle was fully inserted, Grandmother reached for the lever style clamp and made a comment about this will be be warm and make you feel full but feel better when done. It was not long before Lisa began to feel the effects of the enema injection and began to wiggle. This got Grandmother's attention and she clamped the hose. For some reason she looked away from the enema treatment procedure to see me peeking around the door frame. I was immediately told to go to my room and the door slammed shut. Not much later Lisa began to cry out that it hurt and it seemed like the two adults were going to kill my twin sister. They were in the bathroom for a long time that evening before Lisa finally came out and was sent to bed. She never did tell me what they did to her and she really did not know how much I saw before being told to leave. Only much later did I realize she had received her first memorable enema.