Gleaning at the City Dump #64

I found a neatly packaged, plastic bag filled with these cub scout artifacts...the books, the badges and the neckerchiefs.  I had to wonder, once again, how and why these things ended up at the dump. There was a time when these items would have been saved as precious memories of some boy's passage through childhood.  I had no idea how to weave any of these things into my work...I left the bag in our work area for one of the other artists to ponder.  This was a reminder of the dollhouse that I found several days ago
(#53).