My Old Cubby
- By: RanchFarmgirl
- On: 11/11/2009 14:41:09
- In: High Plains Prose
- Comments: 38
When I was a wee lassie, I thought it completely normal that each day would begin with a trip to the local dump. I spent much of my early childhood in my Grampa’s shadow and nearly every day, weather permitting, we went to the dump on a scavenger hunt. He and Gramma grew up in the homestead era and then spent much of their adult life just trying to get by. Gramma waited 5 long years for her true love to come home from WWI. They began their life together scratching out a living as ranchers. Before they were wed, Grampa told her that he could afford either a new Hamley saddle or a wedding ring, but not both. My Gramma, then his young, auburn haired bride was ranch savvy and she chose the saddle! As young adults, they faced very tough times…the Great Depression, The Dirty 30s, and WWII. As a result, they became members of what is now referred to as ‘The Greatest Generation’. They were people who enjoyed life even in the midst of doing without most, if not all, of life’s luxuries.
By the time I was old enough to hang out with my Grandfather (1960s), he was well into retirement. He was very active though and loved building and fixing things. That is where the city dump came in...
We scavenged through the litter and brought our found treasure home. I spent many an afternoon pounding old, rusty nails straight on the cement floor of their garage. Mind you, at that time in their lives, my grandparents didn’t need to be so frugal. But, old habits are hard to break. I loved their lifestyle and to this day my childhood memories spent with my grandparents are golden moments that I cherish.
Gramma always held her hand over the toaster slots while the bread was toasting. If she forgot, the toast would be flung to the far side of the dining room. Why, you ask? Well, the spring inside the toaster had failed, but back then you could repair small appliances and that’s exactly what occurred. However, the spring that Grampa used to replace the old one was stout and now you know why Gramma had to keep vigil. More than once did I witness air born toast overhead, like it had been shot out of a cannon.
Grandpa made so many useful things from either nature or ‘junk’. He made beautiful lamps from cedar and all the electrical parts were recycled. My little sister’s child-sized Victorian era rocker was also a dump find. Grampa lovingly refinished and rebuilt it.
This brings me to my most recent reclamation ‘junktique’ - an old medicine chest saved from the dump. A good cleaning, some sanding, paint and vintage decals transformed it into a cute bathroom cubby. I think Grampa would be pleased. I’m so grateful that he taught me to look for things whose value could be restored. Whether it was a wounded bird or old junk, he taught me well the practical application of the word ‘redemption’. “New” isn’t nearly as satisfying as having played a role in giving something new life. Now I know why my grandparents never abandoned a ‘make do’ lifestyle. It isn’t just needful in lean times, it is responsible living and just plain rewarding.




Comments
I like to think it is a wonderful way of honoring your creativity while being resourceful. Not to mention very satisfying and easy on planet to boot.
Love your cubby project! :)
I hope you will show more in future posts!
Happy Creating~
Debbie
The Simple way is always best!!!! :)
Thank you for sharing. Heidi
Engaging your children in the process is a wonderful way to build character and relationship with your child. http://americanhistory.si.edu/onthemove/learning/
It is easy to print your own history book - my favorite http://www.mypublisher.com/
Love your blog - keep inspiring us.
Your cubby is adorable and your horse is a beauty. You are a lucky woman!
As I read ALL my e-mails from MaryjanesFarm, there have been so many Farmgirls that have been as if I was speaking from my heart of memories. I was raised down the street from my Grandparents. And I was a Pop-Pop & Mom-Mom girl. I loved going to their home, all the time, where I always felt loved. But after reading this article, I am over whelmed with memories...But also, thankfulness, that I had this life. Now, there isn't a dump, but I am showing my grand-daughters what I was blessed to learn. Maybe, some day, they will tell their grandchildren. Thank you for sharing your heart of memories...
I LOVE your grandparents...for the wonderful values they gave & shared with you.
Re-purposing old discarded items is so gratifying.
I too love to go "junktiquing" especialy at 2nd hand stores....and two things I always keep in mind..
1. Spray paint is your friend....
2. Show No Fear!
It's amazing what we can do when we roll up our sleeves, dig in and have fun!
Your cubby turned our beyond cute!
So, what are you working on now? after all, it's snowing over here so I am guessing it's probably snowing where you are too! Perfect time for indoor projects!
farmgirl hugz
>^..^<
The violet-purple glass shards, rare old marbles, bottle caps, odds and ends, bits of this & that...nuthin' that really made sense -- it was just quirky stuff, or had potential to be used...later. Grampa was able to see potential in most things, much to Grama's chagrin. He truly was a tinker-er.
How I relish that he shared his gift of innovation & taught us to look for and see that most things hold potential...if only you take a moment to look, you'll find an idea. I have used that lesson almost daily, which also explains why I have no storage room! 'Potential' surrounds me no matter where I turn. Sometimes it does feel like a curse, because I can't turn off the 'potential' button. *sigh* Time to pass on the potential. Any takers?
My husband is very handy in this area. He makes many wonderful and useful items from other people's junk. Our girls have spent their share of time dumpster diving. :-)
Bonnie
Your blog is great. I am a newcomer to your site. In Alaska we called it "dumpster diving". The 'open' dump in our town closed about 25 years ago to be replaced by a baler system - no chance for exploration unless you looked in the dumpsters located at the harbor or someplace with common access. BUT when I was a girl we lived on a ranch in the high desert in eastern Oregon and guess what? We lived 'out by the dump'. And the dump was a good old-fashioned dump. Just kind of out in the middle of nowhere and you drove around in a circle and threw out whatever you wanted and could also walk around and take your pick of things to bring home. The climate was so dry it wasn't icky really - things just kind of dried up and blew around. On one spot on our property there was an old dump all covered over from years of erosion and wind. We spent hours looking through rusted cans and pottery shards. Then it was 'discovered' by outsiders looking for bottles, etc. and it became a real issue as they would come in and set up large screens to dig and sift - range archeologists! (kind of). Unfortunately they would cut fences to get in and since it was a ways from the house we never knew what was going on until too late and cattle were out. We actually had to patrol that section regularly to keep the fences up and repaired and the cows in. What a deal - but wow - you bring back great memories. Thanks! I'll stay tuned.
Much love and keep having fun!
Sally
I love to read your stories. They give me hope. Frugality is spoken about as if it is a modern day sin. I must say that my family falls below the federal poverty level, but I have this little computer (pocketbook), and a roof over my head, land, and love. I have all that one needs to survive. I have been modifying my clothes to make them look 'modern'. I am frugal. I thank God that he blessed me with the talent to sew. I have began a huge endeavor to start my own sewing business and selling produce. People love my jalapeno chili and salsa, and my sewing. Now, why not make money? Your stories gives me hope. I see your cubby and you inspire me that this frugality is truly art. Who else can see beauty in someone else's trash? Thank you for inspiration. I AM GOING TO GO FORWARD with my business, and restyle and alter and sew old into new. I will bring out the beauty in someone else's discards!! Thank you for helping me see the art in my business. I have NEVER thought of myself as artistic, and am far away from the Martha Stewart type crafts, but I know I can sew well, and can bring out a good business. Now I am ready to look forward to writing a business plan. I live on an acre of land, how can I be poor? Sometimes people give wrong titles to poverty and richness. I feel like I am the richest person in the world to have land!!!! My husband and I are planting our seeds for the future, figuratively and literally. I get inspired each time I read your stories. Keep us motivated!!
Su lectora loyal,
Your loyal reader,
Carolina
I enjoyed your story so much...partly because your memories of grandparents and childhoold adventures were familiar to mine. I feel blessed that I had that connection with grandparents that taught life lessons just by being. I also enjoyed your story for the pictures that you paint with your words.
Thank you for your uplifting, comforting picture stories.
A new fan,
Waynetta
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