When: November 2014
It was now the week of Thanksgiving. John and I went in the backyard and started to lift bins laden with wet brown leaves in standing water. Soon it would be frozen leaves in ice. Below is just a sampling of what was in the bins. Tomorrow’s post will have many more insightful photos.
In addition to the 800 bins in the very back of the property, an additional 200 to 300 bins were located on west side of the house and on the fence line on the east side of the house as well as the bins behind the shoddy addition. It was a sea of ugly blue, grey and green plastic. Plastic, plastic, plastic….
Bins on the west side of the house leading from the back yard to the driveway.
Here is a large metal cabinet on the left filled with “stuff.” John is seen here walking toward the driveway. Literally, it looked like a junk yard which got me thinking; last week we were on Route 1 in Bucks County, PA and we looked to the right where a junk yard was visible from the road. I started to think that if Bill was even remotely into cars, he would have probably hoarded vehicles in the large backyard. Maybe he would have creatively covered them with sticks similar to how a beaver artistically builds a dam. But Bill didn’t own a car and didn’t drive. Up until four years ago, he walked everywhere. Bill is a self-professed “computer/electronics geek” and fortunately not a car buff.
Old boxes of wire very neatly stacked in a bin.
Empty glass and plastic jars.
I popped this lid and discovered a note. For those of you who have asked about Bill’s magazines and what kind he saved, this photo represents the genre of the majority of magazines hoarded. There were other bins with the same note.
Landfills have cracked down and TVs and computer monitors are not allowed in dumpsters. We would place the eyesore items on the front lawn and someone regularly stopped by to take them off our hands. (He recycled them.)