When my Grandfather passed we had to clean out his little workshop and from beneath their house trailer. Two old Clinton Chain saws, rusting and useless, boxes and tins of bent nails, stripped head screws, mounds to boxes of small lumber cutoffs and eventually Box upon Box of rags, used them for wipes to throw away when checked oil or had greasy hands, Moving boxes FULL. We burned trash for two days then got to the under workbench stuff, five one gallon pickle jars with oily appearing goo inside. Little brother tried to assist where he dropped the first one!! Was quite evident what was in the remainder as Rotted Shad Guts and pieces spread out and stank to high heaven, my brother puked in the mess instantly adding to the odor. Grandpa used them to coat his Cottonseed Cakes for Trot Line Fishing. FIVE GALLONS of that, went to the FURTHEST Ditch away to be dumped.
Rafters were full, barely had room for a car in a one car wide garage, three deep freezes full of fish catches up to seven years old along with bags of day old breads they bought and froze that were dried out from being frozen. Dad was shocked by the wiring mess to run the freezers, in that had not caught fire.