Once when Dad was gone several days logging, the water in our house turned foul. It even started turning a bit orange or reddish-brown. We kids refused to drink or eat anything made with our water—which really frustrated Mom. She tried and tried to convince us that there wasn’t anything seriously wrong with the water. “It’s just rust in the pipes” she’d say. But it smelled bad. Still didn’t stop Mom. She’d plug her nose and drink it just to show us it was OK. When Dad got home he had Alane go out to see if there might be a dead mouse or something in the well. Alane came bolting back in the house yelling “There’s a dead COW in the well”. Incredibly, Mom never suffered any ill-effect from drinking that water.
