COLLECTING RAMS ARE MY HOBBY

By William G.
Published on May 1, 1968
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G. Enfield
Collecting Rams are my Hobby. Courtesy of William G. Enfield, Felton #1,Pennsylvania 17322

Enfield Felton #1, Penna. 17322

Most people sometime or other in their life time have had a
hobby of some kind. It may be a simple one such as collecting
buttons or stones. Other collectors go into collecting bigger
things, such as steam engines and old cars. These collections
sometime become quite elaborate and expensive. I believe the
stories behind these collections are just as interesting as the
collections themselves. It is interesting to know why and how one
decided to collect or what caused one to collect this type of
article.

My story, you might say, started from the time I was born. I was
born on July 28, 1911 on my father’s (John Enfield) farm in
East Hopewell Township in the southeastern end of York County. The
farm is about four miles east of the little town of Stewartstown
and two miles west of Laurel, a railroad station. This is some of
the best farming land in York County although there are plenty of
rolling hills. In addition to the hills there are numerous springs
and streams all through this wonderful land.

My father’s farm contained about 96 acres, which was the
average size farm in this area at that time. Electricity was not
available to most of the farms at that time. Some farmers who had
wells used windmills to pump water to their houses and barns. If he
was fortunate enough to have a spring with an adequate flow of
water he could use a simple device known as a ram. My father was
one of these lucky farmers for when he purchased the farm in 1908,
there was already a ram installed in a spring on the farm.

I will describe later what a ram is and how it operates. But
first I would like to tell you more about my early life and how I
was associated with the ram. My father had eight children (5 girls
and 3 boys), so in addition to ten people to supply water for, he
had many cows, hogs and chickens to provide water for drinking.
This took lots of water, but the ram always pumped plenty of water.
It was no fault of the ram when in the early 1930’s there was
not enough water for the animals and our family. We had a drought
and the spring almost dried up. My father did not remove the ram
from this spring but instead bought another ram that had been used
on a neighboring farm. This ram he installed, with my help, in.
another of our springs, Electricity finally arrived at our farm but
we continued to pump our water from the spring with the use of the
ram.

In 1937 I was married and moved away from the farm. That same
year my older brother, Clarence, removed the ram, which was on the
farm when my father bought it, and installed it in a spring on his
nearby farm. He used it for about ten years and then removed it
from the spring and stored it in his summerhouse. From 1937 until
my father sold the farm in 1946 I still would came in contact with
the remaining ram, but only on my visits home. The rams were
gradually forgotten with the cares and interest of raising my own
family (a boy and a girls), my work (welding at a manufacturing
plant in York) and other duties of the time.

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