What an odd and curious place the Dump (or “Recycling Refuse Center” for a more tasteful label as they call it) is. Being a sentimentalist and even going as far as a “cling to everything kind of person”, the dump trip comes only about once a year and usually reserved for the stuff that has made its way to the side of the house. However, after about 6 moves in 15 years we have seen the dump on several occasions.
I actually feel bad about the the discarded items at the dump.
It’s not feeling of remorse from “Oregonian recycling loss mentality” which for some of you that don’t know about that it is a feeling that EVERYTHING can be and should be recycled in Oregon. My fleeting feeling of sadness comes from the tossing of items that were once needed and now in a pile of “see ya” Items that once brought us joy or contentment or bring memories flooding back of a time that is now gone. For instance, this trip we tossed out our boys' bunk bed head boards, because in the spirit of recycling we used the bottom frames to create other beds, but didn’t find a home for the head boards, and believe me I tried to think of a good place for a year as they sat on the side of our house in “Junk Purgatory”. As those headboards got tossed on the pile I kept thinking how many times they were moved, taken apart, back together again, stickers placed by little fingers of long ago, where two brothers bunked together and talked late at night about little boy things that made them best buddies. SEE??? See how hard that is to toss it? "Ward did you bring tissue this time?"
Tossing of the headboard |
Our headboards at home with all the ugly mattresses. |
Leaving with our empty trailer and taking one last look at the desk as we drove by, the feelings of loss all disappear as we move on with life and head back to a refreshing clean side yard area, hoping that the kids won’t notice the missing dilapidated foose ball table we no longer have. I did ask the lady at the front where they donate their prized possessions that hit the floor, and got the info to start my desk hunt.
So this story would have a happy ending if you ever do find that special desk in an antique shoppe somewhere later. Ending still pending! To be continued... (maybe?) :)
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