Neighbors thought our father John was a foolish man to go to the expense of driving a well in such a dry gravelly bed, but father paid no heed and even told them he planned to make a fish pond when he got water. How they laughed at him! Old grandfather Shaw, the nearest neighbor, stood there watching the well digger pounding away. He shook his head and laughed, I can almost see him in my minds eye (though this was five years before I was born). Mother and father told us how he tittered standing there holding his hands behind his back, also with his long flowing white beard hanging down over his chest. He was flabbergasted and too astonished to believe his eyes when low and behold the water began to come in and when the casing had been driven ninety feet into the ground there was the most beautiful stream of water, cool, clear, pure, water coming from the depths of an underground stream. Yes, enough to fill a six inch pipe flowing and booming out with a great, constant, rush. Oh, what a blessing to this family who had waited so long for plenty of water to care for their needs.
Time passed and in the spring of 1912 father sold our beautiful farm and home and went up into Idaho and bought a ranch. The girls were broken hearted to think of leaving all their dear friends and moving away. I too was in despair at having them move away form me. I felt I could hardly endure the separation.