The bathroom had a very strong sent of rubber....strong, like a tire store.
Actually, "Nona" (Grandma -> Italian) was taller than mom so she was the bag holder, and it was held as high as she could reach. Nona also administered that red combination bag non stop, but after ample protesting she may lower the bag for a short while, but not for long.
By the way, those old metal clamps had just 2 positions "ON" or "OFF"! So when it was on you got it full force. (I didnt see the current plastic hose clamps with all the flow incrumemts until the 1970s).
She'd always use the black silghtly curved douche nozzle with a shiny with vasoline.
I sincerely believe it was her thinking was that this precess was very much like todays power washers that you clean the concrete around your house with.
The soap was the kitchen soap, a brown soap called Octogon by Polmolive . Of course Nona would say "soap is soap" . You could count to 10 after hearing the well known "CLICK" of the metal hose clamp. The tummy would start to sting, kinda like the intensity of soap in your eyes. It would continut to sting till you got to expel it. Needless to say; It was almost imposible to retain and then cramping would occour during expulsion. which would take 2 or 3 return seatings on the throne.
The nona would make her announcement the a rinse is in order, But I would not let them near me, for a repeat performance. what I did not know, was that it was the soap that was causing the awful stinging.
It was not till I went for a hernia operation and age 13 that the nurse in her chrisp white uniform and cap came in the room with what looked like a stainless pitcher with a gum colored hose. Seeing the hose, I figured this can't be good! The nurse asked me if I'd ever had an enema before.... I said, "yes of course hasn't every one?" She said "good so you know what to expect".
I figured I'd bite the bullet and take it like a man..... there was no nozzle just what looked like a long smooth red tube with a small hole at the end. No hose clamp either, she opened what looked like a pair of sissors and the water flowed but the sting never came. I then realized it was that brown kitchen soap.