Cleaning the Well
Posted June 18th, 2009 by Pat Veretto
“Hurry, bring the water in,” Mom called as we dawdled at the pump on that bright morning. We were watching Daddy pile up tools nearby - shovels, a crowbar, hammers and nails. He and another hired hand were going to clean out our well.
Mom called one more time, then Daddy looked up. “Better get that water to your Mom,” he said, and we scrambled. Daddy never gave orders much to us kids, but when he did, it was time to move.
We pumped hard, bringing up great gushes of pure, cold, sweet water to rock the bucket hung on the lip of the pump spigot. The two buckets were filled quickly and we ran them to the house and came back for another filling.
“That’s enough,” said Mom,
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