I grew up on my parent’s farm, in a yard recently bulldozed out of the forest in a mobile home with an addition built on the side, no running water, water came from a hand pump on the well outside. If you pumped too fast it would overflow, in cold weather like now ice would encase the outside of the pump, which amazed me. Hot water was made on the stove. Our few cattle were watered with water carried in pails to their trough.
The mobile home had a fuel oil heater which wasn’t the most reliable, at times it would go out in the night. I can recall getting up in the morning and finding the dipper in the water pail frozen over. I used to hate stepping on that frozen floor in bare feet.
Telling that story now sounds like some pioneer tale. I think if the powers that be learned today of children living in a house without running water, or flush toilet they would be demanding changes or remove the children. But the experience gives me perspective and resiliency that people wrapped up in the technological and consumerist web don’t have at all. I suspect that is a common thread through members of this site, people who have different and greater life perspectives that enables stepping outside of the herd.