Jeff Higgins |
11-11-2019 04:05 PM |
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Originally Posted by wdfifteen
(Post 10654206)
There you go. Our “everything is disposable” society rubs me the wrong way. I’m a son of a Depression family. We were never allowed to throw anything away. I feel guilty when I throw something fixable out.
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My mother, as I've mentioned before, grew up in pre-WWII Germany. Our Depression was largess compared to what the German people suffered. I well remember her washing out the sandwich bags she used to pack our school lunches. Saving every bit of tinfoil. Going back to the grocery store with the same grocery bags she had been using for months, long before it was fashionable. She really was something else. My dad was not far behind, having grown up in just post-Depression Kansas, in a farmhouse with 12 siblings, on a dirt floor. I understand the sentiment, and try to live it every day myself. I take great pride in keeping stuff going that others would toss.
That said, most of the stuff I "keep going" I inherited from my dad. It was made to be treated that way. It was expected that everything was repairable, several times. Times have changed. Most of today's consumer goods are simply not repairable, and were never meant to be. They have made it very difficult, if not impossible, for us "fixers" to keep it going.
I've had many items that were my dad's finally give up, after many rebuilds. Mostly things like power tools and the like. Finally no parts available, like when I've turned the commutator down far enough to finally need a replacement - situations like that. So I have to buy a whole new drill motor, or skill saw, or whatever. The new replacements have never held up, not like my dad's, and no parts are available. I hate it...
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