We had a clawfoot tub in the old house where I lived in Orange, Texas.
It was a big enameled white beauty, perfect for bathing several kiddies.
Sadly, when my dad remodeled the house, he replaced that wonderful tub with a bath/shower mod con.
The night before the old tub went (I hope) to the salvage yard, Mom made it up with blankets and sheets, and I slept in that old tub.
And I say: wherever I go, if I find a bathroom with a clawfoot tub, I will not say no. They’re wonderful for long soaks, reading, and drinking hot chocolate on chilly nights.
