Last weekend my five siblings and I gathered on the home place to clear the barns out from years of collecting. Our Dad grew up during the Great Depression and he believed that an item should be kept “just in case I may need it”. There were boxes of wheels of various sizes and types, engine parts, piles of metal pieces, stacks of lumber, a group of used doors, drawers full of tools, and ump-jillion coffee cans and jars of sorted nails and bolts. I could go on and on. [Read more…]