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MARK BOUMAN || 33<br />
With Dad already outside, I hoped it would be a night we wouldn’t<br />
be called upon to fix the pump in the well. Dad had cut a rectangular<br />
hole into the dirt around the well and installed an old pump and a reservoir<br />
tank. It was insulated so poorly, however, that the pump <strong>of</strong>ten<br />
seized, and Dad liked to say that Jerry and I were “just the right size” to<br />
climb down into the well and bash an old hammer against the side <strong>of</strong><br />
the pump until it began running again.<br />
When the well was first drilled, we were all grateful to have running<br />
water. However, the water contained so much iron and other metals and<br />
minerals that we could almost feel the grit between our teeth. Mom spit<br />
out the first sip she took, declaring it unfit for humans.<br />
Dad must have tasted it too, because he didn’t seem surprised when<br />
a salesman came a few days later to tell us about the latest in water-<br />
s<strong>of</strong>tening technology. We watched with interest as he collected water<br />
from our well in a small vial, then added drips and drops <strong>of</strong> various<br />
chemicals, periodically checking tables <strong>of</strong> colors and numbers in a three-<br />
ring binder. <strong>The</strong>n he announced that we had some <strong>of</strong> the hardest water<br />
he’d ever tested and that we’d need two complete filtration and injection<br />
systems, along with double the normal amount <strong>of</strong> salt.<br />
We bought a single system. Jerry and I were supposed to add salt<br />
to the machine each week, but that lasted only until the initial supply<br />
<strong>of</strong> salt ran out, because when we told Dad it was time to buy more, he<br />
shrugged. From then on our s<strong>of</strong>tening system simply served as a conduit<br />
for our freakishly hard water. Mom still had to walk to the Dietzes’ for<br />
drinking and cooking water every few days, taking Jerry with her to help<br />
lug it back. Dad had found an orange five-gallon plastic cooler, and it<br />
lived on the kitchen counter next to the sink. For the washing machine,<br />
however, Mom was forced to use the well water, and everything she<br />
washed turned yellow. T- shirts and underwear were the color <strong>of</strong> lemons<br />
after one wash, the color <strong>of</strong> urine after two, and a ruined, rusty orange<br />
not long after that. Evidence <strong>of</strong> the hard water collected all over the<br />
house: an orange stripe ringed the toilet, the water that came out <strong>of</strong> the