My dad was born early enough to remember the Great Depression. Among other issues he was a borderline hoarder probably amplified by poverty on a farm where you never threw anything away because you might need it. So that meant all kinds of dissociated parts in various bins, buckets, and cans full of stuff. From pipe fittings to old nails, keys, screws and nuts, wall warts and cords, cans with more cans in them, storage containers, pieces of wood and metal…. So much stuff.
If you’ve ever spent time with a hammer straightening out old bent miscellaneous size nails rather than getting a box of uniform and proper length nails, you know the kind of person I’m talking about.
My grandfather lived through the great depression. He also had coffee cans full of nails and screws. If he had built something, but had benta nail, he would go back and straighten it and throw it in a can.
My dad was kind of a nut and built our family home. Not like, paid a company to build it, but built the whole thing, with very little help. Every once in a while my grandad would come down with a can of nails he had straightened, dad would thank him, and just add it to the collection – dad would never use a fastener that was damaged like this, but we accumulated many cans full of re-straightened nails
My dad was born early enough to remember the Great Depression. Among other issues he was a borderline hoarder probably amplified by poverty on a farm where you never threw anything away because you might need it. So that meant all kinds of dissociated parts in various bins, buckets, and cans full of stuff. From pipe fittings to old nails, keys, screws and nuts, wall warts and cords, cans with more cans in them, storage containers, pieces of wood and metal…. So much stuff.
If you’ve ever spent time with a hammer straightening out old bent miscellaneous size nails rather than getting a box of uniform and proper length nails, you know the kind of person I’m talking about.
My grandfather lived through the great depression. He also had coffee cans full of nails and screws. If he had built something, but had benta nail, he would go back and straighten it and throw it in a can.
My dad was kind of a nut and built our family home. Not like, paid a company to build it, but built the whole thing, with very little help. Every once in a while my grandad would come down with a can of nails he had straightened, dad would thank him, and just add it to the collection – dad would never use a fastener that was damaged like this, but we accumulated many cans full of re-straightened nails