"Global Springhouse" by Steve Adams

"Global Springhouse" by Steve Adams As I walked through our hallway this morning, I stopped to look at a picture of my Grandmother. Her smiling face looked back at me, just like I remember from my childhood. She was born in West Virginia in 1913. I still remember us having long talks about them getting indoor plumbing, moving food from the springhouse to their new refrigerator or the Model T fighting its way up the snow-covered mountain pass in Winter. As a boy in the 80s, I thoug...