Seeing this deep well hand pump stirred a flood of memories. We had one just outside our house in Manila, and it was part of my daily rhythm, showering before and after school to escape the heat and humidity. The water wasn’t filtered or particularly fresh, but it was free, and that mattered. It saved us money and carried a kind of simplicity that felt grounding. Even here in Arizona, certain things, like this old pump, can unexpectedly transport you back home. It’s a quiet reminder that pieces of the Philippines live on in the most ordinary places.
Tuesday, October 7, 2025
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