I wanted a pet rabbit. But I didn't want to feed or take care of it. Then, for a few months, a wild rabbit decided he'd be my buddy. He wasn't afraid of me and would let me get a few feet away to take his photo, and I started calling him Bunners.

He didn't understand the concept of staying away from the garden fence.

He pretty much did as he pleased, but I usually found him near the garden.

Bunners was in the area as the green bean plants methodically disappeared. And not haphazardly. The disappearance started at one end of the row and plants vanished in an orderly fashion.

My rabbit didn't see a thing.

Imagine, pets that feed themselves. And garden produce that magically keeps from getting overabundant.  Be careful what you wish for, but if it shows up in the form of a bunny, don't complain.

How did soldiers in the 1800's dispose of a friend's gear when he died on the battlefield? Or what happened to a sailor's belongings when he didn't make it through a voyage? The limitations of travel made it all but impossible to return all but the most personal effects.

In a previous post, I mentioned the book Two Years Before The Mast telling of a sailor who fell overboard and couldn't swim. The ship was under sail, and they stopped as quickly as possible, yet they were unable to rescue the sailor...

Afterwards, an auction was held to dispose of his belongings. The money was collected to give to his family.

Life In Wellington's Army tells of the many auctions held after a battle to dispose of the soldier's gear. Sometimes the bidding became boisterous and competitive. The good-natured spirit of the bidders is better understood when you realize they were taking their joy where they could find it. They knew that the next auction could be to dispose of their goods.

A meal kit purchased after one battle could be auctioned again after the next.

While it seemed strange to me—it is little different than an estate auction in modern times.

There is an irony in a man who was nearly illiterate having his autobiography written, and that people could be fascinated by his life story 200 years after his birth. Kit Carson's life was fodder for dime novels, and it's likely that he had a personal flair that led itself to story form. 

Having never really heard or read anything about Carson, a man who traveled and lived in the American West during the early 1800's, his story caught my attention when I noticed a report of him running away from the man he'd been apprenticed to. Carson had fond memories of the man, but not the job of making saddles. A reward for Kit's return was offered, and published in a newspaper. One cent. A nice way of telling a lad that he's free to go as he pleases and to wish him well.

 

It really was upside down.

    Beau Brummell is known for the style of clothing he wore and his wit. But in a time when daily bathing wasn't necessarily the thing to do, particularly in warm water, Brummell was ahead of his time.
    He may have made his place in Regency history due to his fashion sense, but without the hygiene, I doubt it would have mattered what he wore. 
    Unable to sustain the lifestyle that he so loved, Beau spent time in a debtor's prison, and his later years were plagued with illness. I wish life had been kinder to him, and he had been kinder to others. 
    Perhaps his perfect clothing and his criticisms of others helped him gain popularity, but his insults of others and his expenditures led to his downfall.
    But Regency history wouldn't be the same to me without the thought of clean cravats, warm water and elegant clothing.

In my original manuscript, I used the words "dust bin." I thought it sounded more glamorous than a simple trash can. But then someone corrected me, and I paused when I realized she was right.

In the Regency, they had a bone and rag collector, but no need for dust bins.

Without the manufactured substances we have today, remnants from daily life could be burned in the household stove.

Comparatively, as far as history is concerned, dust bins are a modern invention. And recycling—it's probably as old as humanity.