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Surveyin’ da Situation: Yooper dads are never down in the dumps

April 24, 2017 by John Auchter 10 Comments

By John Matonich

A friend of mine posts trail reports on his website and has for years. I usually read his posts daily because I believe he has very good information on the condition of the trails (especially in the winter) and always has a pretty good joke at the end of his report. He doesn’t post as often in the summer, but I still enjoy when he does.

Recently, his post had a bunch of lines about Yooper tendencies. I have read most of them in other places over the years and many are at times associated with folks who live in the South. Something such as “You take your dog for a walk and you both use the same tree.” Not bad and I know folks who can relate. Another that made me smile was “Your grandmother has ‘ammo’ on her Christmas list.” Neither of mine ever did but I am sure some grandmothers might have.

One of the “tendencies” did catch my attention. It read, “You come back from the dump with more than you took.” I hate to admit this, but that described my dad to a tee. I always shuddered when he said he was heading to the dump because I never knew what I was in store for upon his return. For many years, my hometown and about every other town had a dump. They were open to everyone. You could simply load up your car or truck and head up there and dump your trash. It took some time, but the state finally got them properly capped and closed. Trash now goes to licensed facilities that are monitored as they should be.

Formal recycling wasn’t big back then, but my dad certainly did his part by dragging things home that he was sure he could fix up or repurpose. Unfortunately, many of those items were intended for his kids to use and because I was the oldest many of them came to me first.

I remember one of these items like it was yesterday. When I was a senior in high school, I took up the game of golf with some friends I worked with. I bought a starter set of clubs from Sears. It came with a couple of woods, a few irons, a putter and a bag about six inches in diameter. When fully packed, it weighed about three pounds so it certainly wasn’t a chore to lug around the course.

Imagine the look on my face when I came home one day and my dad said he had a surprise for me. Seems he went to the dump earlier in the day and came across a hand-cart that was built to carry a golf bag. I think the reason it got tossed is that it had been run over a couple hundred times. That didn’t deter my dad at all. He had worked a good part of the day trying to straighten out the frame and the spoked wheels. He even spray painted it silver. All I could do was thank him multiple times and express my appreciation for his thoughtfulness. I really wasn’t sure how this was going to be received by the guys I golfed with but it did come from my dad and I had no choice but to find out.

I was very surprised when I took it out of the back of my truck the next day and loaded my clubs on it. All of my buddies came over and commented how cool it was and how lucky I was to get it. I really appreciated those comments as I expected a few different ones, but my guess is they all had dads like mine and received a few salvaged items from their dads as well. As I mentioned, back then every town had a dump.

 

And that’s the situation as I survey it …

After a 35-year career downstate amongst da trolls, during which he built a successful engineering and surveying business, John Matonich is back home in da U.P. His column will appear here occasionally, don’tcha know. His book “Surveyin’ Da Situation” is available on Amazon.com.

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Comments

  1. Marc says

    April 24, 2017 at 9:56 am

    Great article. Thanks John. Always appriciate your insight and wisdom.

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  2. Oldugly says

    April 24, 2017 at 10:25 am

    Raised by children of the great Depression I was taught–“Make do, Improvise, or Do without.” Sounds as if you had a similar child hood. And, YES, I still re-purpose lots of “stuff.”

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    • John Matonich says

      April 24, 2017 at 11:49 am

      I find myself doing the same…I guess I am my Dad’s son….

      Reply
  3. James P Lemire says

    April 24, 2017 at 1:47 pm

    I recall the Big Bay dump we would visit from our camp out along the triple A road. Throwing the gabage off the back of the truck before the bears came to see what snacks you brought them. Always 3 to 5 bears around, thats a cap on your garbage. They were always fun to watch of course, from a distance.

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  4. Tina says

    April 24, 2017 at 2:04 pm

    What a cool story!

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    • John Matonich says

      April 24, 2017 at 4:04 pm

      Thanks Tina… my Dad was quite the character…

      Reply
  5. Teddy Luba says

    April 24, 2017 at 7:49 pm

    Great story. I was raised in the thumb and we took our garbage to the dump. The owner of the dump lived there and what a site to see. My first experience of a pack rat.

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    • John Matonich says

      April 25, 2017 at 9:06 am

      I can just imagine, Teddy. It had to be a site…

      Reply
  6. Tom says

    April 25, 2017 at 1:09 am

    I grew up mostly before plastic trash bags were invented. This is a story about trash, but not about the town dump. Back in the 1960s, we American boys used to walk to school. On trash day, once a week, everybody put their trash out for pick-up, BUT (remember what I wrote?), the trash was not in trash bags! Trash bags had not even been invented yet. So… All the trash was just loose and visible in the old-timey metal trash cans.

    Well! I want to tell you, we American boys looked in EVERY trash can, on our way to school. We found all sorts of wonderful stuff. We took it to school, stashed it in the cloak room, and then carried it back home, at lunch time. I remember a particularly lovely empty giant liqueur bottle, with a picture of an Italian soldier. I got it out of that trash, and still had it after I graduated from college. I wonder where it went. I never knowingly would have thrown it away.

    My friend Eugene found dozens of magazines with pictures of naked ladies along that same Belvoir Boulevard weekly trash-pick route. The loot was endless. And trash is endless, and good memories of the good old times are lovely.

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    • John Matonich says

      April 25, 2017 at 9:07 am

      It sounds like it made the trip to school worth it!!

      Reply

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