Trash!

It's at least 56, because I am. Visiting my parents this weekend I removed the liner from this vintage bucket that has contained trash for 50+ years. I wonder how many tissues, q-tips, and hair it has collected. A ton? Does it have stories from the farm? The house on Albany Street? Route 12 living. The move to Schroon Lake and finally Pennsylvania. I told mom I'm going to buy her a new can and take this one home with me. Who would ever think to do that but a sentimental old woman such as I?