Gravity and TIme
I was born in Newfoundland in 1951, when the nights were black as pitch and quiet enough to hear snow falling. We had no electricity, no indoor plumbing, and no telephone. Our well was up on the hill, and my sisters would haul buckets of water down to the house, every day, through sun and snow. Later, a pipe was laid and gravity took over their job—an invisible hand delivering cold, clear water straight to…