When I took out our trash this afternoon, I discovered the sad, sad end to a long life.
This is a small community, so I was aware that one of our number had died, but it is jarring to see that family members have simply dumped a lifetime into the trash.
Being the waste not, want not type that I am, I pulled out two door hangings – a pretty little Valentine’s Day heart-shaped wreath and a pocket trimmed with lace and paper flowers. There was also a rolling pin that looks to have been from the 40s or 50s, possibly part of this lady’s hope chest. A pretty little towel, still in the wrapper, that read “Bless this Kitchen”.
I found a sweet little teapot, trimmed with grape vines, six Pyrex custard cups, a canning jar suitable for homemade jelly, and a hinged glass trinket box (which I propped open with a bit of silver card). Plus, a working surge protector.
I’m keeping two of the custard cups, but everything else will be packaged and taken up to a local thrift shop. There might be more treasures buried in there, but even I have my limits. Besides, it was getting dark.
Maybe I’ll look again after church tomorrow.
thisendoftheswamp 
The thought of you “dumpster diving” is quite entertaining. It is too bad that the family members did not take that extra step of dropping the items off at a thrift shop so that that someone else could use it.
That’s what annoys me so much. Tabitha’s House is less than a mile from here, and those things could have a had new life, and given joy to somebody else.