We grew up across the road from the Werkheiser's. Our house did not have potable water so throughout the summer Jane and I would hike up the 600 foot wooded and hilly driveway with empty gallon plastic bottles. We would pump water filling the bottles from an old fashioned hand pump and then trudge back down the hill weighed down.
They sold vegetables and we often had fresh tomatoes and cucumbers with our dinner. Mrs. Werkheiser would invite us in and we spent time with her and her developmentally disabled son, Don. He loved doing puzzles. I remember there was often a pie cooling and life was or seemed simple. Not easy, but slower and not filled with made up complexities that seem to plague us today.
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