Dumping Junk

Mom and I were back at Leo’s farm today. Allen and his son came out to help and we took another load to the dump. Allen likes to load the truck over the top and until the frame is only inches off the ground, I can’t watch as he drives off, it looks like Sanford and Son meets Beverly Hillbillies. Definitely a road hazard.

Mom convinced Allen to keep an old mattress. This mattress was super old, off an antique bed and contained springs. I also watched her load him down with other junk such as flannel shirts, a couple of flashlights, a bag of soiled hats, and five buttons. He refused the console TV, even though she proclaimed its beauty as a piece of furniture. She dumps more crap on this poor guy than a cow dumps in a barnyard. I’m afraid his wife will tire of the junk and forbid him from helping anymore.

I found a bunch of postcards from 1910, it appears that postcards were how the people here communicated back then. They would say things like, “See you at the church picnic on Sunday.” Two of them were from my grandmother, who died in childbirth at age 34 when my mom was only three. We have hardly any mementos from her, so it was a special find.

I convinced mom that the antique canning jars full of hundred year old lard had to go to the dump, so they will all go in the next trip. Those guys who work at the dump have a pile of “collectibles” that they save from the crusher and seem to have lost their sense of smell, so this one could be interesting.