You’ve all been there. You’re a good husband or a good wife, you and your sweetie wake up on a beautiful spring morning, one of you leaps out of bed to put the coffee on so you can jump back into bed and snuggle while it brews. Only, the water barrel is empty. It’s only three hundred feet down to the crick … so why bother getting dressed?

Getting Water

From here. Given the other pictures, I’d call her a heroine of socialist labor!