Being the child of Depression/WWII-era parents, now deceased, I honour their memory by scavenging. The coffee table and couch in front of our TV were both "finds", as were several bookshelves and other easily cleaned and inspected items. I've found all sorts of hand tools in the garbage as well, and loads of books
, newish DVDs/CDs and scads of computer gear
, which I've been able to "harvest" for my own use.
I am amazed and sometimes appalled at what others chuck. I have lengths of lumber
, pieces of teak
that are pristine after one run through a planer (the club workshop HAS a planer), half-filled boxes of SS bolts, washers and nuts, power tools in working order (perhaps scuffed), and newish charts
in waterproof chart bags, older VHFs, lengths of tinned wire, galvanized shackles, SS wire, large fenders that come clean after three minutes with a Scotchbrite pad, and enough rope
and line in good order (after a run in a net bag in the washer) to moor a small navy
I have also salvaged a Bruce...a real
Bruce...a yachtsman's and plenty of good chain (not big enough for my anchor
, but big enough for dock
Just last week, I got a Davis Mark 25 in its box with documents intact in perfect order...and with the artificial horizon I lack for my better sextants. Speaking of which, the Tayama NC-77 in its nice teak
box I now own also came from the garbage bin.
I won't even get into the various racks, bins and containers the club itself has chucked that I've salvaged and now hold boat gear
in my garage, nor enough steel
bar and plate for me to practise-weld on until I become acceptably decent at it.
I try to give back (the club has a "donation" bin), but realistically, I simply don't generate as much waste as others.