tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post965480825915875986..comments2024-03-06T11:07:23.753-05:00Comments on Ocracoke Island Journal: CisternsPhiliphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01572532603071469799noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-47436288125010618422019-01-17T14:32:06.328-05:002019-01-17T14:32:06.328-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.fatmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13932702134331413480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-10033846210006012022013-05-10T18:42:49.958-04:002013-05-10T18:42:49.958-04:00That was very interesting.That was very interesting.Debbie Leonardnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-68744477600403374292013-05-10T18:21:24.490-04:002013-05-10T18:21:24.490-04:00yes they are covered however once the water is &q...yes they are covered however once the water is "tapped" is there any treatment? a drop of chlorine perhaps something to kill the 'wiggles" I know I drank "spring" water from a creek (foolishly in retrospect) as I developed a nauseating headache later in the day and I did not associate it with the milkshake I drank from a local ice cream stand. It was an awful nauseating headache I repeat. oh it was a ranger led hike though a state park I might add. be ware bring bottled H2O on hikesAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-115815556449860762013-05-10T13:42:47.453-04:002013-05-10T13:42:47.453-04:00Dad remembered that Grandpa (Theodore Rondthaler),...Dad remembered that Grandpa (Theodore Rondthaler), sitting at the end of the dining room table, turned and filled a glass and put it back on the table with the comment "Now THAT's an improvement."<br /><br />John WoodwellAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6559692.post-80863389755867857142013-05-10T11:57:21.723-04:002013-05-10T11:57:21.723-04:00Philip -
Thanks for taking us back to your journal...Philip -<br />Thanks for taking us back to your journal article of 2010 about cisterns on Ocracoke. You really rang a bell for the old-timers. My father hung a wooden barrel on the wall outside the dining room, ran a pipe through the wall, attached a faucet which poured into a bucket that sat on a stool, and that was our drinking water. <br /><br />Bobby Rondthaler<br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com