I went Junkin' today. I mean really junkin'. Not to the flea market junkin' or yard sale junkin' or thrift store junkin' or even trash pile junkin'. All those things are way more high class and socially accpetable than what I pulled off today. I went down in the woods digging in an abandoned junk pile by the side of the river junkin'. Junkin' Ozark Style!
The Bean and I took my Mom for a ride out to see the river that we like to frequent. Next to the river there is a winding dirt road that leads back into town and is much more adventuresome than the blacktop that we took to get there initially. We went up the big hill driving slow as it is hilly and completely red clay Arkansas dirt and rock.
The Bean and I took my Mom for a ride out to see the river that we like to frequent. Next to the river there is a winding dirt road that leads back into town and is much more adventuresome than the blacktop that we took to get there initially. We went up the big hill driving slow as it is hilly and completely red clay Arkansas dirt and rock.
We were slowly driving along the road when I pointed over the edge of the cliff that the river was running beside the road. When I slowed down to comment about the river, a flash of blue caught my eye in the woods. Now, I'm a junker from way back and I know good junk when I see it. Enamelware! **Screeeech.** I pulled off to the side of the road and The Bean and I bailed out of the car careening down the hillside to the junk pile leaving my Mom alone in the car to fend off any hillbilly mountain men that might have come along.
I suppose this might be a good time to let you know that once upon a time, people just threw their trash into the hollar behind thier house. They burned what they could and threw the rest in the hollar. (*Hollar - a deep hill that you have to hollar into to find the bottom. That's what it means. Seriously.) So, all these years later, all that remains are the metal and glass items. Old bottles, old cans, metal buckets, enamelware, etc. Treasures if you ask me. Not trash!
Of course, nothing was in perfect condition. It was the junk pile for goodness sake. But, in the eyes of me, the Junkreator everything still had a ton of life left in it.
What do you see? Good junk or bad junk? I see a pile of good junk that needs some imagination and a little elbow grease. That blue enamelware bucket in the center still has most of it's bottom and it actually cleaned up pretty good. The white thing is a white washpan with a red rim. The big one on the back left is a gray and white splattered washtub. The bucket on the far right is galvanized steel. No bottom - but it will still hold a flower pot and hang on the fence. And, to think, it was all free. Oh, sure, I was trespasing and might have landed in Jail if I would have been caught, but who cares! Junkin' is good family fun! And, the best part is, I left a thousand things behind, so a return trip before snake/tick weather hits is imperative. I left behind an old wire dish rack from the 1940's that I must return for soon. (I thought The Bean had it, he thought I had it).
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Before the Junkin', I went to the Super Cheap Thrift. It was nearly closing time, but I found a few goodies. While we were paying I overheard a lady talking about a big yard sale in town. She said it wasn't supposed to open until Friday, but they had everything "crammed in boxes and thrown out in the yard and it was very disorganized and you had to dig to find anything." She said it like it was a bad thing. Diggers are the best. I told The Bean to get in the car - we were finding that sale. Goodness, they had the stuff. And it was in boxes and it wasn't very organized and the lady having it could have cared less if she made any money or not. She just wanted it gone. Between the SCT, the digger sale and one other that I stumbled onto I got all these goodies.
Yea, that's the ticket.
*Someday*
When and if I EVER get to come visit, you have to promise to take me "holler" digging.If I was allowed on the property that my papa used to own, I could walk right back to his burn pile and across the fence to his "holler". I know some good junk is still back there since no one ever did anything with the pasture.
ReplyDeleteYou know darn well you are gonna have to swellest aluminum,decorated tree turning on that thing.
You had such great luck. Your finds were fantastic! I love the yard sales where they don't care about making money, they're my favorite. I once got a ton of stuff for just $2.00! I can't wait until the weath warms up here for more yard sales!!!
ReplyDeleteShara, you are an inspiration! LOL! I know you're going to do something simply fabulous with those very perfect finds from the holler! : )
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Keep the tree stand! If you sell it, I promise you will regret it later. Ask me how I know. :)
ReplyDeleteCool stuff!
Cool finds! Love the blue of that one!
ReplyDeleteI have a rotating tree stand too. It might even be musical. (I think mine is huge compared to that one though, but it's hard to tell.) Oddly enough I paid 2 bucks for mine too. LOL
ReplyDeleteI always have the same dilemma. Sell it? Keep it? Sell it? Keep it?
I haven't used it yet. But I am thinking I will. Someday. When I dont have cats.
Hi, Shara! Do I want to admit this? That I have brought home the very same kind of rusted enamelware? Well, sure! The people who lived here for years dumped their trash along the back property line, and I live for the day when I have the time to get out there and dig!
ReplyDeleteThat us a great tree turner!!!!!!! ooooooo!!!
ReplyDeleteI have nowhere to display anything but I do display it, I had 3 small trees last year !!! keep the turner and the silver tree, even though you can get A LOT for the silver tree
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