filling my pot
at the kitchen sink
I remember Grandma
carrying a pail
and pumping the handle
The pump in the picture is ornamental, my backyard decoration. Often times when I stand at our kitchen sink and fill my coffee pot I look out the window at this scene and am reminded of the real water pump at my grandparents' farm. They had no running water and had to carry it whenever it was needed in the house . For some reason that water always tasted so good; maybe it was because the boy I was got to drink from the long-handled dipper that hung on the bucket.
