bigtiller
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You live next to a shopping mall ! I'm envious.
Don't be this guy
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Raul-02
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I hate to toss anything. I can't list the times I've dragges soome hunk of junk out of a pile ad put it to good use.
I love left overs too. Leftovers save twice.
That save me money when I put them away and
when they turn fuzzy and green they save my life when I toss em
BackRoad
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Mr. Smokeydog....respectfully Sir, you eat a lot of plastic nuts!
(Nice looking shop!)
..//Terry
Robo 52
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- 1940 Ford 9N w/5' Ford brushhog; 1993 Ford 3930 w/Howse 5' (bushwhacking) and 6' (field mowing) brushhogs; 1993 Ford 1920 w/front 6' snowplow and rear 6' c7126 New Holland snowblower; 1988 Kubota L2850 w/BF500 FEL and BL4530 backhoe
"What is the craziest thing y'all pack-rats keep?"
Don't know where to begin. I love those old tin coffee cans, the ones with the plastic snap lids. Was a sad day when most coffee started appearing in laminated-paper 'cans'. Just not the same.
I have one can in the pantry clearly marked "old nuts and bolts" - my wife at some point wrote next to the label on the lid, "But why?".
My dad taught me to re-use everything - we couldn't afford food, much less lumber and nails so we re-used any wood we could find, pulling out the nails, and tapping them with a hammer as we rolled them across the floor with our fingers, straightening them out for the next project.
I have old 'Sucrets' tin boxes (think Altoids boxes) with random parts my dad collected almost 70 years ago. I absolutely adore old, obsolete and even hand-made hardware that you'll never see again - I CANNOT throw out old hardware. Have a 140-year-old hardware store near me that is like mecca - has a huge basement filled with dozens of aisles of shelves to the ceiling packed with treasures from before i was born. I would gladly die down there; couple years back I bought a N.O.S. snath there that was at least 50 years old, just waiting for the right buyer to come along. quite sure I'll never match it up with one of the many orphaned scythe blades I have laying around.
I have those plastic organizing snap-lid bins that my father-in-law filled with random bolts, nuts, cotters, wire nuts and washers over 50 years ago. Parts for the tractor BEFORE the '40 9N. Many random pipe fittings, some completely obsolete - he plumbed over half of the old house with salvaged gas-line and fittings. Made any plumbing fix a nightmare. But I still have his 'stores'.
Have plastic peanut-butter jars filled with different length roofing nails, and even one for roofing grit.
But that's nothing. I'm just getting started. Have a 1925 Ford model "T" that hasn't run in 8 years (it WOULD run, just needs a flat fixed and a tank of gas and a battery). Been an albatross around my neck for 25 years - bought it accidentally at an antique toy auction (yes you read that right).
Have a wrecked 1974 Jeep CJ that slid on black ice back in '78 and smacked a tree sideways (had it in 4WD but forgot to lock the front hubs), giving the frame a nice pronounced 'S' shape. I've moved it two times.
I have a 2002 Dodge Dakota pickup that is un-inspectable - rotted body mounts. My local mechanic is keeping it at the moment 'til the wife forgets I still have it. I've long said I want to be buried in that thing - most comfortable, best-driving truck I've ever owned. The grand-kids have an elaborate funeral planned for me using it, employing buckets of gasoline and flaming arrows.
But probably the topper is this; I have a circa 1974 Sears Craftsman 10" radial arm saw that I bought brand new in 1974, still in the unopened crate in my garage. I bounce back-and-forth between being proud, ashamed, confused and astounded at that one. But there it is.
(late addition: the wife just reminded me of the one that is for HER the topper - the mummified cat that she found in the old barn when we cleaned it out, now carefully stored in a 70-year-old front-porch galvanized metal milk box in the barn for when I need it*. That's apparently her 'high-water mark' for my 'hobby'.)
I'm TRYING to do better - I KNOW its going to be a burden to my daughter and her husband. Recently have made serious strides to get at least one side of the garage cleared - but then an uncle died and the aunt asked me to clear out his garage wood-shop (he made canoes and windsor chairs). So here we go again - hundreds of tools, some of which I don't even have a clue what they are. Oh my...
*not totally out of the question; couple years back I traded a mummified possum I found in a different old barn to my nephew in exchange for some hand-made oak trunnels he rived and turned on his lathe. He was happy with the trade, but we still can't tell his wife.
Don't know where to begin. I love those old tin coffee cans, the ones with the plastic snap lids. Was a sad day when most coffee started appearing in laminated-paper 'cans'. Just not the same.
I have one can in the pantry clearly marked "old nuts and bolts" - my wife at some point wrote next to the label on the lid, "But why?".
My dad taught me to re-use everything - we couldn't afford food, much less lumber and nails so we re-used any wood we could find, pulling out the nails, and tapping them with a hammer as we rolled them across the floor with our fingers, straightening them out for the next project.
I have old 'Sucrets' tin boxes (think Altoids boxes) with random parts my dad collected almost 70 years ago. I absolutely adore old, obsolete and even hand-made hardware that you'll never see again - I CANNOT throw out old hardware. Have a 140-year-old hardware store near me that is like mecca - has a huge basement filled with dozens of aisles of shelves to the ceiling packed with treasures from before i was born. I would gladly die down there; couple years back I bought a N.O.S. snath there that was at least 50 years old, just waiting for the right buyer to come along. quite sure I'll never match it up with one of the many orphaned scythe blades I have laying around.
I have those plastic organizing snap-lid bins that my father-in-law filled with random bolts, nuts, cotters, wire nuts and washers over 50 years ago. Parts for the tractor BEFORE the '40 9N. Many random pipe fittings, some completely obsolete - he plumbed over half of the old house with salvaged gas-line and fittings. Made any plumbing fix a nightmare. But I still have his 'stores'.
Have plastic peanut-butter jars filled with different length roofing nails, and even one for roofing grit.
But that's nothing. I'm just getting started. Have a 1925 Ford model "T" that hasn't run in 8 years (it WOULD run, just needs a flat fixed and a tank of gas and a battery). Been an albatross around my neck for 25 years - bought it accidentally at an antique toy auction (yes you read that right).
Have a wrecked 1974 Jeep CJ that slid on black ice back in '78 and smacked a tree sideways (had it in 4WD but forgot to lock the front hubs), giving the frame a nice pronounced 'S' shape. I've moved it two times.
I have a 2002 Dodge Dakota pickup that is un-inspectable - rotted body mounts. My local mechanic is keeping it at the moment 'til the wife forgets I still have it. I've long said I want to be buried in that thing - most comfortable, best-driving truck I've ever owned. The grand-kids have an elaborate funeral planned for me using it, employing buckets of gasoline and flaming arrows.
But probably the topper is this; I have a circa 1974 Sears Craftsman 10" radial arm saw that I bought brand new in 1974, still in the unopened crate in my garage. I bounce back-and-forth between being proud, ashamed, confused and astounded at that one. But there it is.
(late addition: the wife just reminded me of the one that is for HER the topper - the mummified cat that she found in the old barn when we cleaned it out, now carefully stored in a 70-year-old front-porch galvanized metal milk box in the barn for when I need it*. That's apparently her 'high-water mark' for my 'hobby'.)
I'm TRYING to do better - I KNOW its going to be a burden to my daughter and her husband. Recently have made serious strides to get at least one side of the garage cleared - but then an uncle died and the aunt asked me to clear out his garage wood-shop (he made canoes and windsor chairs). So here we go again - hundreds of tools, some of which I don't even have a clue what they are. Oh my...
*not totally out of the question; couple years back I traded a mummified possum I found in a different old barn to my nephew in exchange for some hand-made oak trunnels he rived and turned on his lathe. He was happy with the trade, but we still can't tell his wife.
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If I throw it away I'll need it later; if I keep it and need it later I won't remember I have it or if I remember I have it I won't be able to find it. Either way I'll go buy it again which means what I was looking for will turn up right after I'm done with the project.
From a woodworker; Best use ever for a radial arm saw.
hayboy48
Bronze Member
Amazon boxes, 3 lb plastic coffee cans, and on and on
Quebecguy
Gold Member
Robo 52, I was just telling my girlfriend that I'm not so bad, I mean I don't have any mummified animals at all. She said I should check my barn and sheds because there might be some under all the junk in there!
SmallChange
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I keep a happy moderate approach going and never have a hard time tossing things that can't be fixed or don't look like they'll be worth fixing.
But Ms. SmallChange is a different story. One time I had to argue with her because she wanted to save a burnt out light bulb. I can see some of her argument: the glass was perfectly good, the threads were perfectly good, etc etc.
But can you imagine how much time and money it would take to repair a burnt out light bulb???
But Ms. SmallChange is a different story. One time I had to argue with her because she wanted to save a burnt out light bulb. I can see some of her argument: the glass was perfectly good, the threads were perfectly good, etc etc.
But can you imagine how much time and money it would take to repair a burnt out light bulb???