This discussion takes em back to my Dad. I grew up in North Chattanooga in the 60s in a house that had been built in 1919. so you know the age of everything in the "bones" of the house. OLD! The plumbing would go out regularly, but Dad thought he could fix it all, and we would go through days and weeks of trial and error. Fix the pipe, everything works for awhile, until it stops. Turn the water off at the street (after filling up 5 gallon buckets) and Dad would start working on it again in a few days (usually when the buckets of water gave out). Rinse and repeat - everything works for awhile until it stops, fill the buckets, turn the water off at the street. UNTIL my Mom goes ballistic and makes Dad call the plumber.
I miss those days, and I miss my Mom and Dad . . .