Monday, 12 Day - 343 Days to Follow
Diary of Margie Arbuthnot
Another nice day. I washed threw by 10:10.
Dad went to see Gerald.
Don came with Carol Jane - she stayed until this evening.
Don and Dad to Niwot. Am rather tired tonite.
Don's had wash day troubles.
Water hard in the hot well.
The hard water that Grandma refers was a hot springs on the property that the her son, Don, rented. It was a popular spring for all who lived in this area. It was large enough to use for bathing. There was a pole with a flag on it at the spring and if someone was using the spring to bath in, they would raise the flag. One wonders what prompted the flag, who was naked and surprised when another bather showed up to use the spring.
Grandma's post here indicates that her daughter-in-law (my Mom) also used the hot waters from this spring to wash their clothes. Having hard water, the soap would not lather and the minerals in the water may have colored or made the cloth dingy. Not a good wash day.
Many years later, the owner of his farm decided to expand the spring and make it bigger to accommodate many more people. The water pressure changed and the spring was destroyed. Surely, this spring had been used by the Native Americans when they were camped in this area, but now, sadly, it is gone.
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