I got the call last night. Joanie told me that Millard had passed on. He'd had the pneumonia she said and I knew that is what often takes the old folks. After I hung up, I sat on the couch and remembered when Millard had dowsed out my well a couple of years after we had moved here. My goodness, has six years gone by so quickly?

For about two years, we had been hauling drinking water and collecting rainwater for our needs. We were really sick of hauling water, so Larry began to ask around about who could dowse. Nearly everyone gave us the same name, Millard Simpson. “If there is water, Millard will find it!” we were told over and over.