Looking back to when i was a little kid things seemed normal, but then that was cause i had nothing to compare them to. One of the times i remembered was when dad must of decided we needed a new well. I first noticed we were getting a new well when i seen dad walking around the yard with a forked Williow stick. He said it had to be a certain type of tree. At least i think it was willow, this was a lot ofyears back. Anyway working back and forth for a while, the stick told him the spot for the new well. more later....