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  •  I remember the pig farm (4+ / 0-)

    We composted growing up, although back then we called it the garbage pail.  We had a small plastic container that sat in the corner of the sink.  It was as common as a dishrack, but I haven't seen one of those in years! Every night, someone took that outside and dumped it into the garbage pail, which was located right next to the back steps and buried in the ground.  You stepped on a lever to open the lid, and just dumped it in there.  Once a week, the garbage truck would come by.  They would pull up the pail, dump it into the truck, and put it back into the ground.  

    The garbage all went to the pig farm.  In another interesting twist, the farm was actually part of a state mental hospital, and the garbage collectors were patients.  This practice ended when that institution was closed down in the late 1960's as part of the reform movement towards community mental health services.  A good idea, would have been really nice if it had acutally been funded, but it had the unintended consequence of ending the composting program.

    Not that I can imagine people in the upscale subdivisions that have replaced all of the farms and orchards in my hometown doing something as "earthy" as composting.

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