JUNKIN'

In the early 1960's we lived on a farm in Tiskilwa, IL.

Farmers had a junk pile where they dumped and burried their trash.

There was no such thing as recycling so forgive me if I offend anyone.

Glass, cans, bottles all went to the junk pile. 

 

My point is, I loved to go to the dump!

I would search for beautiful perfume bottles.  Once I found a toy pail that I kept and used to feed my pony oats.

 

Sixty years later I love a good bargain.  Sometimes I find them on garbage night in town, or along the road, or at a friends house, or at resale shops.

 

This was drug home in the dark of night.  Is it zebra wood?  No, just sanded a little with the belt sander to get the paint chips off.

 

 

                                             I scrubbed it with bleach water.

     Then I bought a can of colonial red paint at Maynards.....I mean Menards

 

                                                           What do you think?

    It makes a nice bedside table. 

                  When I get tired of red, I can paint it again, and again, and again.

I'm off to see the wizard.  Bye bye Birdie

See You -Cacatoo
Gotta Bolt -Colt
See Ya There -Bear
Outta Here- Deer
Toodles- Poodle
That's All For Me- Queen Bee
Gotta Scat-Cat