At Large in Ballard: The Oak Bluffs Dump
The first weeks with my family on the East Coast I resist writing about constant domestic dramas involving skunks, shared sleeping space with six people and trying to get the trash out on time for pick-up. But the divide between my Ballard and Oak Bluffs worlds finally broke this morning when my mother told me about gathering our household waste at the local dump.
Martha's Vineyard still has town dumps; no one abides by the terms landfill or transfer station. When my grandfather was alive our cottage was furnished by the dump-salvaged mattresses, bicycle wheels, shawls for the dress-up box. The old days of pulling items from the pit are gone, although the towns themselves sell some of the treasures on-site. Tales of the dump were legend when I was young - antiques to be refinished, the box of 1957 license plates, chats with the likes of surgeons or plumbers.
The trash is picked up nowadays, twice a week during the summer months by the facilities crew at the former Methodist Camp Meeting Association where my parents have had a cottage for 45 years (when we get it out early enough).