Old well

Took this photo in 2008, <sigh> it’s so grown up now you can’t see my house from the well.

This is a hand dug well from the 1800s. The ‘base’ around it is huge flat rocks that are cemented together.  When I was growing up this well was in a screened porch that opened onto the kitchen of my grandparents home (the home was also from the 1800s). That was quite modern in the day as they didn’t have to actually go outside in the weather to get water. It was ‘improved on’ and at one time actually had a pump that would pump water to the “wash house” – which was a small house off the main house where laundry was done.  Wish I had a picture of it 🤨

The house and most of the outbuildings burned in the 1980s. It hadn’t been lived in since the 1960s but held a special place in my heart.

We always planned to renovate it and live in it ourselves. Vandals changed that plan.  After the house was gone, Chuck wanted to knock the rocks down and fill the well in – I just couldn’t…. it’s the last thing left connected to the house and while I’ll never use if for water, I just can’t let it go. The goats always loved laying on the stones next to the well.

That’s the back of my house you can see in the distance.

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