I Remember When . . . .
Great Stories about growing up in the Horntown, Oklahoma area!

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Good Neighbors

     In the fall of 1944 we ran out of water. Our cistern was dry and no rain in sight. Our neighbors, Smith's, who lived about a quarter of a mile to our east, had a well. They offered us water. Dad was in Kansas working the wheat harvest. Mom hitched up our little mare to a sled, we got the barrel onto it and started out the gate. The sled would just fit thru the gate, if you went straight. The mare was a bit skittish and wedged the sled between the gate posts. After several minutes we worked it loose.
     Off down the dirt road we go riding on the sled and holding the barrel. The road went down hill, then up a hill. We arrived at the Smith's well and proceeded to drop the long well bucket into the well and draw it up, then release the bottom of the bucket, till we filled the barrel about two thirds full. Any more water would have sloshed out before we reached home.
     I have been back down that road, it was not as steep as I remembered, but the well was still there. Everyone shared what they had with anyone in need. That spirit of helping your neighbor is what has made this such a great country.
Lou Anne Allen, Attended Moss Schools from the 3rd. - 6th. Grades.

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