Before we got electricity, my Grandma had a well under the kitchen with a manual pump at the top of a very long pipe. It worked like a charm; and it only had one important part; a piece of Grandpas old boot.
We didn't have that luxury, and I had to go to the well-house every evening. That was before 1960, crap I'm getting old. In about 62 we moved off the farmyard we shared with them, to the big city, and a house with flush a toilet. Hyup, yubet, and no more repurposed; old phone-books, newspapers,or paperbags.
What's the point AJ?
There ain't one, just remembering that in 1980 I moved my family to this hick village I live in, and no water, no sewer. The house had a cistern and holding tank, and the indoor plumbing needed a lot of work. I carried a lotta water, until I had ALL the plumbing replaced by yours truly. But in 1980, I was only 27 and 165 pounds. I was almost skinny enough to fit between the 2x8 floor joists in the dirt-floor crawlspace. Four years later I was pumping iron, and trying desperately to break thru the 175 pound barrier. Oh to be 174 again, alas, those days are gone. My kids are gonna have to spring for a coffin one day, extra-large, and 6 burly pallbearers.