When I turn on the faucet, I hear Mozart! The well, several yards from the creek, was at the bottom of a pretty steep hill. It was a long walk back to the house. The construction of the well in that spot was strategic. The well was dug below the level of the creek, and the sand that existed between the creek and the bottom of the well served as a filter. It was a practical arrangement. I loved that creek and the woodland that it traveled through on its journey to the river! There was a cistern at the end of the house, but it was not well suited for catching rainwater, and in the summer, when it was most needed, there was never sufficient rainfall to add significantly to the volume. There was an option to add to it by paying the local volunteer fire department to come out and partially fill it when conditions warranted. I don’t want to give the wrong impression, because I was never thirsty for long with no way to slake my thirst; it was just sometimes a little inconvenient. O...