The farm my mother, born 1903, grew up on in southern Frederick
Co. Md. was along side a mountain (Rt. 15 now goes by it) A spring
was half way up the mountain. My grandfather hooked a pipe to the
spring and ran it through the house and milk/spring house. They
were probably the only ones in the area to have running water.
When my mother was mentally thinking about her childhood not long
before she died, she thought she heard running water. We couldn't
figure that out until we realized that she was hearing her
childhood home. The water ran continually at the kitchen sink,
couldn't be turned off. Obviously hot water was heated on the
stove.
Anyone doing archeology would probably wonder what that pipe was
doing there in the middle of nowhere coming down a mountain.
Marge Green