This is another example of how one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. Or, How my penchant for dumpster diving hasn’t been without it’s merits.
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I’ve lived in the same house for about 15 years. In that time seems like I’ve collected more crap than a junk yard even though I’ve tried my darndest to part with the unnecessary. I began parting with my excess on eBay 12 years ago. Since then, I have proudly sold over 200 items. ..that leaves about 2 million to go.
Empty space begs to be filled.
These days collecting crap goes against my neat tendencies so I do my best to make wise purchases and not fill the empty space of my home just because it’s there.
A while back I took a job helping someone move from a large house to a small apartment. Together we donated, sold, stored and packed away the possessions of decades of living. Overall, the amount of garbage bags we filled seemed reasonable. My payment for that job was a mass of tools from their outbuilding, including a Stihl chain saw! When the job was complete, with the owner’s permission, I rooted through their trash and took a few more things including a roll of posters because the one on top was an old military poster… and I love war…err, because I’m a military history buff.
A lifetime of living paycheck to pitiful paycheck nurtured an appreciation for dumpster diving. From living on city streets and eating discarded food to working construction and awaiting the days our clients would fill them with prizes, I still cannot walk past a dumpster without peeking inside.
Before we had a real home, dumpsters provided meals, clothing and sometimes shelter. Later, when we got an apartment, dumpsters provided furniture, reading material and other sweet scores. To this day I cherish a real Swiss Army Knife, a 1966 gold Bulova watch and a couple of prints I later framed that still hang in my bedroom.
That’s how my appreciation for fine art combined with the fine art of dumpster diving led to my second Jo Mora Poster.
My first Jo Mora poster belonged to my grandfather who died when I was a few weeks old, leaving very few things behind. When I finally settled down, my mother gave me a matted, framed and entertaining 1931 poster of Yosemite. (I didn’t know it was a ‘Jo Mora’ until this morning.)
When I got home from that moving job, I took out the posters from the tube and tossed them on top of a cabinet. Two were ‘something interesting’ but I was less than enthusiastic about the military posters and left them for another day. Since I’m not working (injury not laziness), I’ve been scouring my house for things to sell and referred to the top of that cabinet for those posters.
Look what I found in that dumpster and left sitting atop a cabinet in my house unnoticed: It’s a 1933 Grace Line Carte by Jo Mora and it’s near mint condition. Other than four thumbtack holes, this 1933 poster doesn’t have a single mark, bend, tear or sign of age. The edges are straight, the colors are crisp and it’s unlike any other I’ve seen online:
If you’re curious, I’ve decided to keep it. Now that I have two, I have a collection.