Another Okie story....
G'ma and g'pa didn't have run ing water. The well was about 40 yds out in the pasture, it had a wind mill that would pump if you un bolt the pump handle and attached the wondmill pump rod to the pump, or you could pump yourself. You had to pull the lever that swung the "tail", that kept the fan facing into the wind, closed and applied the brake to the fan. Then you had to use the lever to creap the hole in the rod to the hole on the pump rod then insert a pin.
Releasing the lever then allowed the windmill to pump 4 gal of pure cool water into a porcelin lined bucket. We drank from a red rimmed porcelin lined dipper.
One time, when I was 5, I climbed up the windmill and was standing on the platform in front of the fan. G'pa was coming out with 2 buckets when I hollered to him and waved. He dropped the buckets and ran to the windmill and told me to come down.
When I got there I got a lesson on how hard calused farmers hands were. Grown now, sometimes I don't know how I survived childhood...
G'ma and g'pa didn't have run ing water. The well was about 40 yds out in the pasture, it had a wind mill that would pump if you un bolt the pump handle and attached the wondmill pump rod to the pump, or you could pump yourself. You had to pull the lever that swung the "tail", that kept the fan facing into the wind, closed and applied the brake to the fan. Then you had to use the lever to creap the hole in the rod to the hole on the pump rod then insert a pin.
Releasing the lever then allowed the windmill to pump 4 gal of pure cool water into a porcelin lined bucket. We drank from a red rimmed porcelin lined dipper.
One time, when I was 5, I climbed up the windmill and was standing on the platform in front of the fan. G'pa was coming out with 2 buckets when I hollered to him and waved. He dropped the buckets and ran to the windmill and told me to come down.
When I got there I got a lesson on how hard calused farmers hands were. Grown now, sometimes I don't know how I survived childhood...