This is my grandfather Elmo Carling Astle. He died when I was just a few years old and so I never really knew him growing up. My father took over his garbage hauling business when he passed away and so I grew up riding in this same truck, and helping my dad haul garbage. I loved these journal entries we came across though as we were scanning his journal in to digitize it. I think my father could express similar feelings of those that his father wrote. “Same old grind of hauling trash all day in Afton and Alpine, Freedom and Thayne….”
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