Not sure when I will get around to posting pictures from the road trip. You know. Life.

This was a story that didn’t really fit in with all our motherly discussions and photo-sharing on Sunday, but I did think of it when Roxanne mentioned how her family was careful not to waste and to re-use things such as “tin” foil.

My cousins and I used to love to prowl through things in the attic of my grandparents’ Rock House.  I remember that there was, left over there after the WWII  recycling plan, a cardboard box full of cans, clean, both ends removed, and flattened.  I guess the post-war need for metals ended before this last box was taken to some very early re-cycling station in Durant, Oklahoma.

Tonight, and on all alternate Tuesday nights, I roll my big blue recycling bin out to the curb.  I don’t buy much in cans anymore, fresh fruits and vegetables being so readily available.  Lots of plastic though.  Tragically.