After my six month's stint as a volunteer at Beauty for Ashes, I stayed with a woman and her daughter out in a rural area. She didn't have running water and the bathroom was about 30 feet out back, next to the woods. Each Saturday we walked down the road, wagon and plastic milk containers in tow, to her mother's cabin where we got water at the kitchen sink. I was astonished to see that in spite of the fact that her mother had a sink with running water, she always kept water in an old wooden buck…
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Posted on July 22, 2009 at 3:44pm —