When I was a young fella down on Misery Farm, we never had rubbish bins or recycle bins. We didn't need them. We recycled everything! All the food scraps went to the chickens and ducks. Nothing came in plastic. All glass bottles got made into jars and reused. Our flour came in cloth bags that we used to make waggas for our beds, or horse blankets, or even blinds. Most of our other groceries were wrapped in paper. We'd cut that up to make toilet paper, trapping papers, or fire starters. Empty tins were made into buckets or billys. Even small jam tins would do for the little kids to cart water in. All our clothes got handed down to the next kid. When they tore or got holes in them, they were mended and patched up. Sometimes a shirt would have so many patches on it you couldn't even tell what colour it used to be. Nothing got wasted. If the handle broke off a teacup you used it any way. At one time on Misery the only two teacups that had handles were Mum and Dad's. The others were all poley cups. That's a cup with the handle broken off. All our plates had chips, and cracks and lumps out of them. Us kids weren't real careful when we did the washing up. Mum only had a little bit of good china that she got out if we had visitors. Her good stuff wasn't real flash but at least the cups had handles and the plates weren't cracked. Now, everything is disposable, and the world's filling up with garbage, but when I was a kid we didn't even need a rubbish bin...and they call it progress.