Anyway you look at it, our junk tells a heck of a lot about who we are and what we value. That’s why we dig through the dump piles of the past, the fire circles, the heaps of old pottery and building foundations. Frankly, I love that. But so often these details get buried in my own personal ‘piles’ so I thought I’d make another mound of imagery here of my ‘collectables.’ Some of them are obscure, some are not. Please, if you choose to ‘borrow,’ ‘liberate’, or out-and-out ‘steal’ these images, give me credit and let me know… better yet: ask first. I am usually cool about that kind of thing.
and then there is the Allen’s Foot Ease…
This is a rack of leads for type-setting the old way… the way my father did when he worked in his father’s press…
then there is the machine that goes with this:
In the same Moose Jaw Museum, here is a kitchen cupboard, the free-standing variety, stocked with numerous hamburger grinders, sieves, crocks, potato mashers and ladles.
Can’t forget about old vehicles though…
and a Yellow Fire Engine:
A very old Red fire truck:
and then a tractor… it was the prairies
And another Tractor type thing, before rubber wheels it seems.
And an Old car-an Impala Convertable with a blue hard top, infront of Guys and Dolls on Moose Jaw’s Main Street.
and then there is the old buildings in that fine old town: