Le Dumpe

Kari Anne at Thistlewood Farm posted about shopping the side of the road, today. 

That got me to thinking.

Before there was the side of the road there was what is now called the landfill. Some towns even have designated areas /sheds that have cute names on them.

When I was a kid, my Dad brought home things from that most exclusive of all shoppes, Le Dumpe. He would crawl around on things that could have carried dread diseases, and come home with treasures. Some of those treasures were well disguised, and a great amount of it went right back to the "store" after Dad pulled off the part he could use.

My Dad's father died in 1935. My Dad was about to turn 10. He was the middle child of seven.  I, being a baby boomer, seemed materially blessed, to my parents.  Compared to what I could see of most of my peers, I did not have a lot.  Looking back at myself, I did have a lot.  Looking around myself, I still have a lot.  Still, that making something from nothing, that one man's trash is another man's treasure thing is a very big part of me, as well.

Shall we go check out the landfill?  :)