DOWN BY THE VILLAGE WELL... MEMORIES OF ANOTHER TIME By Tony Fernandes tonfe...@hotmail.com
Pen and ink drawing by the author: http://bit.ly/VillageWell Like most houses in the olden days, Felicio's house had a modest little garden. His mother planted different types of flower plants in it. She fetched water from the nearby well, watered the plants, trimmed them and planted new ones once in a while. As a young boy, Felicio had his own little patch with a set of plants that he tended to. Every morning after young Felicio woke up, he would go to the garden to have a close look at the plants and admire at the blooms, and also check whether any new blossoms or buds had developed. During the rainy season, in one corner of the garden, there grew a perennial creeper that bore beautiful and tiny star-shaped red flowers that were one of Felicio's favourites. The plant seemed to grow at a rapid pace each day. Felicio had a string tied to the under-side of the roof beams, from one side of the house to the other, running just under the eaves drop, helping the creeper to get a hold on it. Felicio was very anxious for the creeper to grow fast and just couldn't wait for more buds to blossom into flowers. On some occasions, and time-permitting, Felicio would help his mother in transferring the water she fetched from the nearby well, into a small bucket to irrigate his plants before he left to go to school which was situated on the distant hill of Monte de Guirim. The *vaddo* (ward) of the village, where Felicio lived had about five communal wells. Fortunately, his house was located near one of the wells; the proximity of which made it easier to carry the water to his house. These wells provided the village folks with crystal clear natural water for drinking, cooking, washing clothes, cooking pots, pans and utensils, bathing, watering flower plants that grew in their front and rear gardens, and also the trees around their house once in a while. A few winding narrow paths lead to the wells. They were constructed from contoured laterite stones, very deep and of varying diameters. The water table of the wells fell very low during the summer months, but in contrast they filled almost to the brim during the monsoons. At such times people did not even need a rope to haul the water up. The folks just leaned over the raised ledge of well, filled the small pot and hauled it up. The village boys would earnestly hope for abundant rains to fill the wells up prior to the days leading to the feast of St. John the Baptist, and also wished them to fill just to the right level so that they could celebrate 'San Joao' by taking their turns in jumping into the wells with the flower wreaths placed on their heads and enjoying themselves eating jack-fruit and mangoes served by the folks who used the particular wells. At times before sunrise, Felicio would be awakened by the noise of copper pots as they were placed on the ledge of the well near his house. Some people also used clay pots. The rims of the wells had hollows in them to hold the pots steady. With a rope fastened to the neck of a smaller copper pot, folks used it to fill a larger copper pot, maintaining balance and adopting a certain posture and a firm stance to haul the water pot up. Womenfolk carried the pots home with ease by placing the larger pot on their hips with the crook of one arm, while at the same time carrying a smaller one with the other hand. Men carried water pots in both hands or in tin buckets. When Felicio was a young lad, the well near his house did not have a pulley and it had been a little difficult; but in later years, drawing water from the well was much easier -- fun, exuberance and pleasure. This was after two laterite posts were constructed, with wooden beam across them and a pulley system installed over the well, through labour and money contributed by the folks who used water from the well. In Goa, the most common and memorable greeting in *Konkani: Deu Boro Dis Dhium* (May God give you a *good day) were the first words of the morning to *one's neighbours, who also came to fetch water... *down by the village well. Some of the good old days have now given way to overhead tanks and electric water-pumps providing the village folks with tap water, in addition to the benefit and ease of sprinkling their gardens with rubber hose pipes. -- Post your comments to the author Tony Felix (Felicio) Fernandes tonfe...@hotmail.com and discuss this article via goa...@goanet.org All comments are welcome. This article was first published on the author's blog, and then on Goanet@Facebook. Tony Fernandes has also authored a book on his memories of Goa. Goanet Reader is compiled and edited by Frederick Noronha. If you have an interesting, Goa-related article which you'd like circulated, send it to f...@goa-india.org