A little while back I had the chance to ask my grandma where that spool had actually come from. The answer, "Oh we went down to the local electric co-op with the pick-up and picked it up."
"Well, how much did they charge you for one of those back then," I asked.
The answer, "it was free."
Free...I was on it!!!
Since my electric co-op is close, I gave them a quick phone call. Sure enough, the spools became available from time to time and all you had to do was put your name on one (or more) then show up with something to pick it up with when it was ready. It didn't take them long to notify me that a spool was available. When I got there they were actually dismantling some unclaimed spools and throwing them in the trash. A waste to be sure, but it showed me that much like pallets these wooden treasures often go unappreciated. The gentleman in charge pointed me in the direction of the one he had set aside for me and even loaded it up on the spot with his forklift. Oh, and there were actually 4 or 5 sitting there when I got there because he didn't know exactly what size I wanted:) I took two off of his hands since it was all we could get crammed into the pick-up bed. I then shook his hand and was off.
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