My mother's father was a local cop for a while, before going to work for the phone company. My other grandparents were farmers, then opened a flower shop/greenhouse on land which has been in the family for several generations. During the Depression he used to take a wagon to the Poland Spring House Hotel and haul garbage back for the pigs. We used a ladle and a few other utensils which came back with the load; a while back when downsizing my mother brought them back to the former hotel's museum. If I looked hard enough I could probably still find shards of dishware out where the old pigpen used to be, although it's long been grown back into field.