The big rock and the little rock…and Grandma’s lost rock

Big Rock Candy Mountain and Little Rock [the one in Mississippi]

Things have been hopping on Taylor Hill this week, what with ongoing studio work, the water well repairs, and the parking pad/cat playground. It is pretty exciting around here, so hope you can keep up! 😴

The well service dropped off the Big Rock Thursday after finishing installation of the filter system on Wednesday. There is a smaller rock (would that be the Medium Rock?) underneath the Big Rock. The Little Rock covers the pipe connections. All are now securely wrapped with insulation prior to the insulated rock coverings. In 19 years, the water has only frozen twice, most recently, the night there was no cover on the new pressure tank which was above ground and not below ground. The connection froze in the 17 degree weather, but only for a short while until the sun came out.

All rocks in Moderation

The well service had a Moderate Rock, which he brought over Wednesday to protect the filtration system from the cold. We had a Little Rock that had previously been on the pump to protect it from freezing. We had to “make do” until the Big Rock arrived. It is large enough to cover the filter rock, the new pressure tank, and the pump, leaving Little Rock to cover the pipes that carry water from the underground connections. Yes, “it’s complicated” and oddly satisfying.

It’s Grandma’s rock!

While Randy was assisting on the pressure tank installation, the well service man moved a rock. Randy explained:

You can use anything up here except for that rock! It’s not just a regular rock, it is one of Grandma’s rocks, and she brought it all the way from Texas.

When I went up to check the progress after Wednesday’s filtration system, I told Randy I had found one of Grandma’s missing rocks! I remembered using it to make a little platform to set the dog water dish for outside under the faucet, back in the old days when the fence surrounded this entire area pre-fire. He said he knew, and made sure it was not covered up anywhere. You might be thinking ‘what is so special about that rock?’ It has cement on it, as it was one of the ones Grandma used in building her front flowerbed. The cement kept the cows from knocking it over…and yes, sometimes cows grazed in her front yard. As soon as it warms up a bit around here, I will retrieve it…before it gets lost again.

Then my next warmer weather task is to begin dismantling the fallen fence and clearing back a bit from the well, and I think, installing a protective fence around my pricey new landscape architecture. There are deer in them thar’ woods.

It is a good thing I was raised in North West Texas: It taught me I can do anything, even survive the “slings and arrows” of Mississippi. As I have mentioned before, it is helpful to be a pronoid.

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16 Responses to The big rock and the little rock…and Grandma’s lost rock

  1. I’m convinced you can do anything you put your mind to.

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    • Suzassippi says:

      Thank you Anne! I always appreciate support. One of the first things I learned as a social worker is that we develop self-esteem and confidence because others esteemed us first, and then we learned to master tasks and skills and to believe in ourselves.

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  2. Betty says:

    I am glad Grandma’s rock is found. Sounds like things are really moving along there – including big rocks!

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    • Suzassippi says:

      Thank you, Betty! Indeed, finding Grandma’s rock was an unexpected present! We are moving along, and I am so grateful for all the women and men who have helped make this happen, big rocks, little rocks, or no rocks, and not rocking the hillside boat unless necessary.

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  3. peggy says:

    Such a busy place at your house. So glad you found Grandma’s rock. .

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  4. I think that each rock should have a real name, it might be easier to keep them in line…

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  5. Decorating with rocks is a trend I can get behind!

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    • Suzassippi says:

      I would love it if I could have some of the big rocks from my Papa’s farm–they have such great memories from my childhood. Instead, I settle for the ones I can find here and there that I can pick up and carry. I just really like rocks!

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  6. Beth says:

    I’m glad Grandma’s rock has been found and will soon be rescued! As for the other rocks, I’m very confused but I’m sure that you have it all mastered and under control. Carry On! Your next adventure is soon, very soon!

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    • Suzassippi says:

      The other rocks are not real rocks; they are insulators to cover and protect elements from cold and freezing. Around here, folks use them to cover their pumps if they don’t have a wellhouse, which as of now, we do not. Papa’s farm had big sandstone rocks that looked a lot like the biggest “rock” covering the water filtration system. Indeed, I can be confusing at times. 🙂

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      • Beth says:

        How interesting! My grandparents well had a wood frame building around it. I loved to go in there, but was forbidden to do so unless an adult was with me because of snakes. My grandmother stored onions in there, so it smelled very pleasant.

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        • Suzassippi says:

          Our well house in Texas was made of native rock and I thought it looked so cool. We pumped water into the tower that sat on top of the well house using the windmill. After we finally got city water, Dad sold the tower and used the rock house to put the trash in before he carried it off. He finally tore it down when we also got trash pick up.
          Interesting about the onion storage–dark and dry, I guess, like a cellar?

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          • Beth says:

            There was a window, maybe two, so it wasn’t exactly dark. But it was dry. I seem to remember other vegetables stored there, but not sure what. It was dusty though! It was pretty good size, and I remember the big porcelain well. Every now and then it would act up and off Papaw would go, with a lantern if it was at night, to fix the problem. I love windmills and enjoy seeing one still running and actually pumping water today!

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