"One man's trash is another man's treasure."
As a child in the 1950-60's there was no trash pick-up at curb sides. Everybody took their trash to a gully or deep in the woods and dumped it. Amish trash piles were not worth the time to dig around and find treasures. All the Amish trash piles had was tin cans and broken dishes. But when we found an "Englisher" trash pile we were sure to find treasures. Our best trash pile was on the Mt Hope Kidron Road in the Pleasant Hill neighborhood. A man named Dale from Mt Hope would dump his trash close to a little barn in the gully. We, as children kept our eyes on that gully and whenever there was evidence of new trash and we spent hours digging around finding treasures.
We also had eyes on the back of our heads, as there supposedly was a naked man hiding in the little barn. We never got a glimpse of him but other people did, although we didn't know who those other people were. We dug for treasures and watched for glimpses of the naked man at the same time.
So today when I saw this loaded bike on Graber Avenue, I automatically stopped for a good look and asked permission to take photos. He gave me the "Okay" and visited a bit.
After a bit I crossed Bahia Vista and watched from Big Olaf.
Soon Fannie walked up and helped him look for something to tie down the load.
Turning around and ready to roll.
My guess is he does "Yard Sales" to earn a bit of extra money.
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