Gary, http://oldboomerwoodys.blogspot.com/, from New York mentioned trips to the dump as a kid. If that is not part of your child hood you really did miss something.
Many years ago there was not as much trash as today, dump sites were open, you drove your truck or car in, no charge and no guard. You threw your trash on the pile. Then looked around for some treasure some one had thrown away.
Truthfully on a hot day, with no wind, it did stink. But oh, the fun of looking for that ‘something to take home’.
Back then the trash was burned, then covered over by a bull dozer. Before the closure of the last dump in Cramerton, NC, I got to know the man who was in charge of the bull dozing. That was after the burning was outlawed. He said he lived in the county and he had two buildings 30x40, that were full of ‘Good Stuff’. His retirement was going to be reselling that stuff at flea markets. Now that appealed to me. LOL
That fun followed me into adult hood. Until I retired from building, when I went to the dump I always looked for something I could recycle. Americans are wasteful we talk about recycling and being conservative, but as a whole we do not.
Our fathers and forefathers were the ‘REAL recyclers’. Very little was wasted and our family trash was a small bag a week and it was burned in a barrel. Oh, did you notice our Gitmo trash can out front? We didn’t burn there, but we still used the 55gal drums.
Recycling: when a shirt collar got worn thru, mama could turn that thing right over. Shoes were repaired, they were worn until not repairable, then the leather was cut and saved.
Most homes had a collection of cloth saved for rag rugs or patches. I bet my mama had a thousand buttons cut from garments. She could about match any missing button. All good zippers were saved. All scrap food went into a ‘slop bucket’ for the hogs, yours or the neighbors. All bones went to the dogs. I learned coffee grounds were good to mix with dirt for fishing worms.
Anyway, I used to have fun at the dump. Even throwing rocks at the rats.
Life has been good, most of the time I LOVE living!
Work is necessary, having a job you like, makes life good. When that combination is reached, you will know contentment.
Speaking of recycling:
This was the last Metro I restored, this one was a Hudson. I think it was a 1957. I do not have a before and after of the other cars, but this one I just happen to have . We loved these little cars we had two, it was powered by an MG engine.