Did you find anything worth bring home while you were there?
When I was a kid, my grandfather and I would take a load of trash to the dump and bring back about as much coming home. Stuff like books, shop light bulbs that were still good, carpet, metals, wood and lumber, new packing boxes and pallets, all kinds of good stuff.
RillyNiceGuy: Did you find anything worth bring home while you were there? When I was a kid, my grandfather and I would take a load of trash to the dump and bring back about as much coming home. Stuff like books, shop light bulbs that were still good, carpet, metals, wood and lumber, new packing boxes and pallets, all kinds of good stuff.
Yes, l used to drive a 45 ton bulldozer to level them out!
oztrackPerth, Western Australia Australia147 posts
RillyNiceGuy: Did you find anything worth bring home while you were there? When I was a kid, my grandfather and I would take a load of trash to the dump and bring back about as much coming home. Stuff like books, shop light bulbs that were still good, carpet, metals, wood and lumber, new packing boxes and pallets, all kinds of good stuff.
Thats known now as recycling in affluent countries. In 3rd world countries its a way of life and survival.
We need to stop sending such things to what we call "dumps" and , in fact, phase them out......like now!!
Here there was a lot of useful things plowed under when I was a kid. often I will be driving across town and see vacuums and sewing machines....I have stopped and asked for them. The vacuum I have now was given to me....I unclooged it and use it at the store now. saved me about $50-$100 dollars. It is like new. Lots of good stuff thrown away others could use.
When I was younger my mom would take me and two of my cousin to the carpet places to get carpet from the dumpsters, got some good carpet too.. Then a few of my friends and I used to wait until frit-o-lay(chip company) would throw there expired chips, cookies,etc. away then we would take a garbage bag with us and fill it up. every thursday after we got outa school we would wait in the tree line. because at 5:00pm they would thow out the out dated chips then lock up the shop and leave... so we always had snacks.. For years my Dad called my mom, Dumpster Dixie....
Out of date snacks are just fine........ We sold lots of carpet too. Then my father bought it up from the mill....we had a house rented to put it in and a big room at the welding shop. We sold and even pulled out groups of threads and sold it for crochet yarn. We used carpet to pad funiture we recovered for people. The ladies loved it because when they chair wore out they had rugs. There is a big box of that yarn around in some of the junk even now.
Actually, my dad and I used to go to the dump to set up targets like shaving cream cans and plastic jugs filled with water to shoot. It was our "plinking range", and where I learned to shoot shotguns, rifles, and handguns.
In Runnemede, the town where I was raised, there was a place called Suicide Hill. A very high and steep embankment. At the bottom of the hill, was the city dump. those of us that were "less appreciated" by the good people of the town, would go into the dump and find old tires. Then we would climb to the top of Suicide Hill, ball ourselves up in the tire, then have someone push us down the hill, only to land in the landfill(dump,in those days).
So, yes, I have been down in the dumps many times. What did I ever bring home from the dump? Bruises, sore body, and a great big smile on my face!
Rilly what a nostalgic thread this is. I have trouble remembering childhood things. But after I was married we had nothing to begin our married life and I mean that literally, not even a bad. We went to one of the bigger towns nearby to their dump and that is where most of our furnishings and dishes came from. Would also wait behind the bakery twice a month and get their throw away stuff and pack it in our deep freeze that we bought for $15.00 at a yard sale. Sure brought back some good memories. Thank You
sassy49senior: Rilly what a nostalgic thread this is. I have trouble remembering childhood things. But after I was married we had nothing to begin our married life and I mean that literally, not even a bad. We went to one of the bigger towns nearby to their dump and that is where most of our furnishings and dishes came from. Would also wait behind the bakery twice a month and get their throw away stuff and pack it in our deep freeze that we bought for $15.00 at a yard sale. Sure brought back some good memories. Thank You
Ive made a living in bad times from the dumps. Ive got almost anything you could imagine from them. Now they wont let you take a thing out. Theh bury it all. I tried to get a riding mower last summer and they said no you cant have it. Yet they say they are recycling. I think its all bull pucky
roseofsharonmanchester, Hampshire, England UK8,699 posts
RillyNiceGuy: Did you find anything worth bring home while you were there? When I was a kid, my grandfather and I would take a load of trash to the dump and bring back about as much coming home. Stuff like books, shop light bulbs that were still good, carpet, metals, wood and lumber, new packing boxes and pallets, all kinds of good stuff.
Not the dump, no. But when I was a small child in Canada, there was an old house up the road that had been used as a school. It had been gutted ready for demolition. My friends and I would sneak in and play in there (long before H&S tightening, of course). We would find all sorts, books, toys etc and play in there for hours. I still remember that "old house, musty book" smell.... not unpleasant, just very evocative of those days.
Wow!!! Had forgotten all about it.... thanks for jogging my memory, RNG.... those were very happy days indeed!!
Lovely thread Len we used to have the rag and bone men come round on a horse and cart collecting stuff people didnt want any more - they would make their money by selling it to their various contacts - just found this bit in wiki;
Rag-and-bone man is a British phrase for a junk dealer. Historically the phrase referred to an individual who would travel the streets of a city with a horsedrawn cart, and would collect old rags, (for converting into fabric and paper), bones for making glue, scrap iron and other items, often trading them for other items of limited value.
They would use a distinctive call to alert householders to their presence. The call was something similar to "rag-and-bone", delivered in a sing-song fashion. Long usage tended to simplify the words, for instance down to "raa-boh", even to the point of incomprehensibility, although the locals clearly could identify who could make the call. This was satirised by the comedian Marty Feldman in his "Ay-oh frye" sketch, where he played a rag-and-bone man who, when asked, had no idea what his call meant.
The link below is for a brilliant organisation with branches all over the world - you just do an email of what you dont need and somebody arranges to pick it up from you and vice versa too
Where I live we have something called Freecycle that posts things so they don't end up in the dump,(Landfill). Some emebers even post Spotted, telling other members where something has been set out.
My Husband and I had also gone up and down thestreets finding furniture, tools, etc when we were first married as poor college students to furnish our apartment, and later our house. I still this day get offers of hand me downs.
CjTenorSax: Where I live we have something called Freecycle that posts things so they don't end up in the dump,(Landfill). Some emebers even post Spotted, telling other members where something has been set out.
My Husband and I had also gone up and down thestreets finding furniture, tools, etc when we were first married as poor college students to furnish our apartment, and later our house. I still this day get offers of hand me downs.
awwwww I think freecycle is great for people in those kinds of situations - a young couple I know got started that way - I was made up this afternoon to find a new junk shop in my village
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When I was a kid, my grandfather and I would take a load of trash to the dump and bring back about as much coming home. Stuff like books, shop light bulbs that were still good, carpet, metals, wood and lumber, new packing boxes and pallets, all kinds of good stuff.