Someone told me you can't burn trash in IN recently....Never knew that....now I throw brush on top and burn brush
You do make a good point! My shed (I'm living in the house I grew up in, built by Dad) should probably be a Superfund cleanup site. Dad used to keep DDT and Dioxin (Agent Orange) out there, along with Malathion and probably other pesticides/herbicides.Uhhh... I watched my grandparents do some straight up heinous stuff. Like pour sour 2 cycle gas straight into the lake. Burn all the trash (including all of the plastic). Burn old tires or also just throw them in the lake. On it goes.
Back in the day that's just what you did, but... I wouldn't say they were very "green". Cheap/thrifty, resourceful, etc? Sure.
Some of the old ways probably could, and maybe should, make a come back. But many more of them should not.
You do make a good point! My shed (I'm living in the house I grew up in, built by Dad) should probably be a Superfund cleanup site. Dad used to keep DDT and Dioxin (Agent Orange) out there, along with Malathion and probably other pesticides/herbicides.
When I was a kid, we used to climb up on the roof of that shed and pour a quart jar full of gasoline down the chimney. Then we (okay, I) would drop a lit match down there. It would blow the cast iron doors to the bbq open, and send flames shooting about 10 feet out of the top of the chimney.Jeebus! Only thing it needs is the Pizza Oven conversion!
The original "chip and seal"!My first rental house. My dear old neighbor had an asphalt looking drive into his alley garage. All from dumping his car oil into the gravel over many years.
When I was a kid, we used to climb up on the roof of that shed and pour a quart jar full of gasoline down the chimney. Then we (okay, I) would drop a lit match down there. It would blow the cast iron doors to the bbq open, and send flames shooting about 10 feet out of the top of the chimney.
I was a latch-key kid.
Gas was about 27 cents a gallon, and I'd give my buddy a quarter and a gallon gas can, and let him ride my Sears "Screamer" (their version of the Schwinn Crate bikes) up to the Marathon station at the corner.I would have caught a beating for wasting a quart of gas and my Dad would have absolutely noticed.
I did stuff like that once I was a teen and had my own gas money.
That's a fantastic movie for those who haven't seen it.
Good storyline.
And the singer does the songs right. Doesn't screw them up. I thought he did an excellent job.
Gas was about 27 cents a gallon, and I'd give my buddy a quarter and a gallon gas can, and let him ride my Sears "Screamer" (their version of the Schwinn Crate bikes) up to the Marathon station at the corner.
My family had a farm outside of Markle. Every summer someone would show up to put down oil on the gravel road to help keep down the gravel dust I guess.My first rental house. My dear old neighbor had an asphalt looking drive into his alley garage. All from dumping his car oil into the gravel over many years.
Nice old Mossberg!Learned recently that a childhood buddy's dad passed away a while back.
When we were kids, his dad somehow always made the time to take our gang out hunting. Frog hunting with the guy left us with some great memories of some great times.
I spent some time reflecting this evening on how much that guy was doing for us knuckleheads.
Pro tip: If you get the chance to teach a kid that wants to learn about the outdoors, take it. The impact you can have may be bigger and longer lasting than either of you know at the time.
Wonderful lessons. Wonderful memories.
Thank you, Collie.
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That's interesting. Perhaps this was just the way people were taught back then. I guess recycling had never factored into the equation when the internal combustion engine was designed.My family had a farm outside of Markle. Every summer someone would show up to put down oil on the gravel road to help keep down the gravel dust I guess.
I was young. I don't know why they did it I just know they did it.
It was pretty much the same result as your neighbor got.