Just what do we have here?🤔
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boxplayer4000
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Dingo40: Nice tune on what looks like a well preserved vintage accordion. The tune, a Swedish polka by all accounts, is one of those tunes which on first hearing it appears to skip a beat at one part but on further listening is actually correct. Whatever... it's a good foot tapping tune for a cold, northern night.
rosette
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Lovely find...it amazes me how many unique designs of accordion still exist.
There's probably plenty more tucked away in basements/attics.
There's probably plenty more tucked away in basements/attics.
A lot of the older ones found homes (unfortunately) in the local dump. A couple years ago, a man came to Paul Ramunni (owner of the Caanan CT. based accordion museum) and gave him a beautiful 1930's accordion in near perfect working order... he said that he found it at the local dump.
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Dingo40
Been here for ages!
I must visit our dump more often!
Yah, me too!
Oh wait, minor correction... it wasn't at the dump, the guy said that he pulled it out of a dumpster... sorry for the small mistake.
Oh wait, minor correction... it wasn't at the dump, the guy said that he pulled it out of a dumpster... sorry for the small mistake.
Dingo40
Been here for ages!
Well, there goes my outing!
Dingo40
Been here for ages!
Another tune :
:boxplayer4000
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Visits to dumps (now referred to as re-cycling centres) used to be exciting. I regularly depressed 'her indoors' by coming back from the dump with more than I had taken there in the first place! There was an endless supply of parts for children's bicycles etc. etc. etc. Unfortunately the dumps are much more controlled now and access to dumped rubbish is not allowed. Another small pleasure gone............!
As a child, growing up in a small village in the North East of Scotland, in the late 40s, the village dump was our favourite playground.
There was the remains of the fusilage of an aeroplane in there which we all imagined to be a shot down German fighter plane, and we spent hours re-enacting many battles of which we always emerged as the heroes .
Great memories of a time long gone.
The place was always unlocked and unattended, not like todays clinical recycling centres where you get chastised for putting the wrong class of rubbish in the wrong place. Changed times.
There was the remains of the fusilage of an aeroplane in there which we all imagined to be a shot down German fighter plane, and we spent hours re-enacting many battles of which we always emerged as the heroes
.Great memories of a time long gone.
The place was always unlocked and unattended, not like todays clinical recycling centres where you get chastised for putting the wrong class of rubbish in the wrong place. Changed times.
boxplayer4000
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Pipemajor: Happy memories indeed! It's occurred to me that people outwith Scotland/UK might be imagining our relationship with our 'dumps' as being the same as those we see in 3rd world countries where the natives scour their dumps for material they can sell simply to buy food etc. I would like to assure any readers with the wrong ideas that the poverty aspect did not figure at all and I prefer to think that we were simply ahead of the game in being among the first 're-cyclers'. The fact that any 'treasure' found was 'free' also held some appeal.
My father was head boss man at a dump....he had to forfeit his wages back to the company for the rights to take home any shizz he fancied....he lived a live full of treasure's...I miss him...
My old man was also a piss head and often came home from work drunk or went to work on his days off to get drunk...my old dear wasn't amused and during a quarrel she said "keep it up and we'll bury you over the tip" to which smiled an suggested that'd be nice...that broke the ice and they resumed love and laughter....
Anyway after he was cremated my mother recalled this episode and my brother and I agreed it'd be cool to take spread his ashes there....so we got the keys to dump from his compadres and went over one evening..had a few bottles of wine to toast the old scrot and then went to lay the ashes....as we'd never done such a thing before we didn't know what to do but thought be funny to write his name with them and his work buddies would have to sweep him up in the morning...so we spelled out RAY with the ashes and went home...
Couple of weeks later I went over dump to photograph a plaque that they'd installed in his memory only to find his mates hadn't swept him up but had cordoned off the name with police cones...
I returned at Xmas to take the lads a crate of beer in memory and one took me over to where he'd laid in rest to find that the lime in his ashes had burnt his name eternally into the concrete......made me feel a bit queasy...rest in peace captain...
Since then rain and weather has removed all traces...
Sorry long story but I loved him..
My old man was also a piss head and often came home from work drunk or went to work on his days off to get drunk...my old dear wasn't amused and during a quarrel she said "keep it up and we'll bury you over the tip" to which smiled an suggested that'd be nice...that broke the ice and they resumed love and laughter....
Anyway after he was cremated my mother recalled this episode and my brother and I agreed it'd be cool to take spread his ashes there....so we got the keys to dump from his compadres and went over one evening..had a few bottles of wine to toast the old scrot and then went to lay the ashes....as we'd never done such a thing before we didn't know what to do but thought be funny to write his name with them and his work buddies would have to sweep him up in the morning...so we spelled out RAY with the ashes and went home...
Couple of weeks later I went over dump to photograph a plaque that they'd installed in his memory only to find his mates hadn't swept him up but had cordoned off the name with police cones...
I returned at Xmas to take the lads a crate of beer in memory and one took me over to where he'd laid in rest to find that the lime in his ashes had burnt his name eternally into the concrete......made me feel a bit queasy...rest in peace captain...
Since then rain and weather has removed all traces...
Sorry long story but I loved him..
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Dingo40
Been here for ages!
Boxplayer,
My local childhood rubbish dump (a disused "pug hole", ie a place where clay suitable for brick making is dug from the ground) was, for us youngsters, chiefly a meeting place and a playground with occasional treasure trove.
It contained large puddles of rainwater where we used to sail our toy boats, skim stones and catch tadpoles (in season).
Hardly anyone paid any attention to our activities.
It just couldn't happen these days!
I notice, that particular hole (and others like it) have been filled in with compacted rubbish and ( being at desirable inner city locations) built over with smart two storey appartments.
I sometimes wonder if the buildings suffer from cracking due to their foundations having subsided in the unstable soil?
That's progress, I guess.
My local childhood rubbish dump (a disused "pug hole", ie a place where clay suitable for brick making is dug from the ground) was, for us youngsters, chiefly a meeting place and a playground with occasional treasure trove.
It contained large puddles of rainwater where we used to sail our toy boats, skim stones and catch tadpoles (in season).
Hardly anyone paid any attention to our activities.
It just couldn't happen these days!
I notice, that particular hole (and others like it) have been filled in with compacted rubbish and ( being at desirable inner city locations) built over with smart two storey appartments.
I sometimes wonder if the buildings suffer from cracking due to their foundations having subsided in the unstable soil?
That's progress, I guess.
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Dingo40
Been here for ages!
Not at all, Terry, not at all: thank you for sharing !
