Karen Weaver's Fight for Clean Water | Page 14

As Mary Waters speaks of carrying water home from a well, one cannot help but love her. “Yes, we went to wells and springs with buckets to get our water. We had electricity. We had a fireplace. Daddy used to go out and cut wood. We later got a heater,” she says. Even in high school, her classmates recognized her quiet strength and determination. She was a very good student, loved to read and never wanted to miss school because she kept her eye on the prize, graduation. After graduation, Mary boarded a bus for Detroit “the city that sets the tone for the rest of urban America” and left her family behind. “I remember the day I got on that bus to Detroit, all by myself. My mother said, ‘Don’t go there and get wild, or get on drugs.’ It was difficult to leave my family. I needed to come to a place like Detroit, but on the Greyhound bus I was crying the whole time. My entire family stood there to send me off. My mom and dad didn’t know where they were sending their little girl. I wanted to make them proud.” CONT’D