Saturday was always bath night at our house. We were Mom and Dad and six kids in a three-room house, but that's another story. As soon as supper dishes were cleared the old tin tub was set on two chairs and water taken from the boiler on the side of the woodstove.  The first to bathe was the baby.  Then we would all get our turn according to age with a warm pot of water added with each child--I was fourth in line.  
My oldest brother Billy was the luckiest because he got to play in the tub long after we were tucked into bed.

Roberta Kerr