Friday, March 02, 2007

Thinking about "trash"

On my way to work this morning, I started noticing what people had sitting by the curb for the trash collectors to pick up. Let me state that I drive through one of the most impoverished parts of town. There were piles of clothing, broken furniture, toys, shoes, etc... and it made me start thinking.

My great uncle who was born in 1911, was the youngest of 14 children. His father died when he was 5. To say they were poor would be an understatement. They took turns going to school in the winter because they would share shoes, there were only 3 pair. He remembers many mornings waking up and shaking the snow off his covers. He only went to school until he was in the third grade when he took a job at a saw mill. Clothes were taken up, let out, done over until they were just rags. They ate whatever they grew or killed, and then they ate in shifts because there was not enough plates or utensils to go around.

I said all of that to say this, if his family were to find all the stuff that people throw out now they would have thought they had become millionaires. We have become such a throw away society. No one fixes anything anymore. No one does over clothing so that it is wearable again. I really don't know where I am going with this post. I am as guilty as anyone for not making do with what I have and throwing away items that can be fixed. I guess I was just thinking about what a difference the word "poor" has become over the last few decades.

Just a random thought for a Friday!


linda t said...

I hear you... so sad to see what people waste and discard. Breaks my heart...
Wow, what a story about your Dad's family... so moving...
Your Grandma is a true survivor! How wonderful that she has passed on such a legacy!
You are blessed!
Enjoyed your blog... I'll be back!

Maggie Ann said...

We so have an abundance of material things in America, don't we. I think we are spoiled rotten...grin. Not good for the most part but then again, better an abundance than a lack of. My Mum lived through the depression and her marriage started off dirt poor for some years. Lots really. Even second hand stores didn't start to appear untill my kids were about 8 years old. Funny how life changes. Now I'm trying to 'unload' to Good Will all the time. Trouble is, I keep bringing stuff home. Thanks for visiting my 1906 blog. Feel free to use any pictures for scrapbooking or collage. And, no, I don't think anyone's waist was ever that small unless they were a child!

Bitterbetty said...

That is a fantastic sentiment..

I keep thinking these same thoughts too.
I thought about it a lot when I read The Poisonwood Bible and I then agaon when I read stuff from the WWII and depression eras on housekeeping.

An embarrassment of riches, all in the trash.