When we were preparing to build our house, a friend's mom came out to dowse a well for us. She was 92 years old and quick as could be. She found a couple spots, but told us which one to drill at. She said "Tell your drillers to drill RIGHT HERE - not 6" off, but right here." We finally found a driller who would do that and we hit pay dirt (ur, water) about 115 feet down (not unusual around here to have 300-400 foot wells). They could only measure up to 100 gallons/min., and ours was flowing faster than that! Another friend had Rose dowse for them, but let the drillers talk them out of drilling where she instructed them to; they ended up going almost 350 feet and got 12 gallons/minute. Rose was the sweetest lady and refused to accept payment - said it was a gift from God and you don't charge for those gifts. I made her some bread, pomegranate salsa and jelly, gave her some seeds from a plant she had admired and bought her a new straw hat, as hers was falling apart, along with sending her a thank you note. She said it was the best kind of payment she could receive! She passed away at 97, but was still dowsing and sharp as they come to the end. She was someone I truly admired. Thanks for making me thing of her!
