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Catie Curtis’s most unforgettable childhood memory was exploring the Saco, Maine dump with her father, Phil Curtis, during the 1970s. To anyone else, this sounds more like punishment than paradise, but from her perspective, it was the greatest treasure hunt ever.

Show of hands: How many other picker-raised children are out there?

“We’d take regular trips to the town dump not because we were poor, but because dad appreciated the value of things and encouraged us to do the same,” says Catie. “He created the most magical childhood for our family, using discarded junk and its unique history as his props. Dad hated seeing things that have a certain charm, personality, or history thrown away.” (Reminds us of the story of how Mike used to dig in the trash as a kid.) 

Nothing about that remembrance has changed for Phil, now 79. Seven days a week you can find him in his flannel and jeans, cruising around town, headed to an auction or a sale, looking for something that captures his attention. It could be anything from a piece of art to a gym floor (and we’ll get that in just a minute). His salvage reputation put him on the fast track to being the local catch-all of the town, and it became common knowledge in Saco that whatever you needed, you could find it in Phil’s place.

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Phil would never have guessed that Catie would grow up to be a musician and that her best-known and most-loved song, Dad’s Yard, would be inspired by those childhood adventures in the town dump and her treasure hunting days sifting through piles in her father’s backyard.

The first time she ever performed Dad’s Yard was at Phil’s retirement party after more than 30 years as a high school math teacher. Needless to say, the entire room connected to the song because they too knew the humor and truth behind its lyrics.

“I remember so clearly singing it at the party,” says Catie, “and the way I felt looking at him after all those years spent spelunking through history with him. That song was the beginning of my career. I’ve toured for 35 years and Dad’s Yard is still the most requested song. I know people connect with it so strongly because they’ll come up to me and say how the song reminds them of their father, husband, even themselves. It hits a chord with people.”

“I remember sitting there with tears of humor and honor,” says Phil. “I guess I do have more apple ladders and antique hardware than the average guy.”

Ask Phil how he became a picker and he’ll tell you that while he was always a curious child, his appreciation for “junk” came shortly after marrying his college sweetheart, Catharine.

“When we bought our first apartment, the only thing we could afford to decorate it with was antique furniture,” he recounts. “During that time, I met a few collectors who taught me to appreciate the dovetailing and the marks under the drawers. I began thinking about all the other ways we could furnish a home for ourselves through salvaged and unique pieces and from then on, I was hooked for life. Bless my wife– she never fought me on it during the 56 years we had together.”

Over the years Phil built a reputation in the community for being able to match the person with the pick. His collection is well stocked with pieces that have a story.  All you gotta do is take a walk through his backyard and his barn and then take a few minutes to tell him yours.

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And speaking of barns, even his barn was a pick!  Found in Woodstock, Maine, it belonged to a casket manufacturer who was about to level it. Phil rescued the barn and transferred it piece by piece 70 miles south to Saco where it now lives in his backyard, filled to the gills with treasures.

Inside are two floors of just about anything you can think up. During Phil’s early days as a high school baseball coach, the switch from wood to metal bats began.  Drawn to the old equipment by their nostalgic value, Phil collected and held on to a lot of those wooden ones made locally by the R.G. Johnson Company. You can also find a selection of chairs suspended from the ceiling, dusty books, vintage tools, oil cans, salvaged architectural material and much more.

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Speaking of salvaged material…let’s talk about that gym floor we mentioned earlier.

Phil had pulled out an old section of the gym floor from the Thornton Academy High School (where he taught and later retired from). He stored it for years thinking it would have a purpose someday, and it definitely did.

“It’s now our bathroom floor,” boasts Phil. “Pretty proud of the free throw line placement in front of the toilet if I may say so.”

The Academy provided that pick but was also the recipient of Phil’s largesse. Once while on a pick, he found two dump trucks’ worth of beveled glass from a business that went under.  He donated the glass to the school where it was used to build trophy case shelves.

“There’s a certain serendipity that occurs with picking,” explains Phil. “You don’t ask to find anything in particular, things just have a divine way of finding you.”

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“The main connection I think people have with the song, is the way Dad doesn’t want give up on an object finding a home or helping his community,” says Catie. “There isn’t a single piece on the property that he couldn’t tell you the story of, and he lives to educate others on where everything came from, its use, and how you can use it today.”

Such goes the true mission of the American picker. Who else grew up with a picker parent? Tell us about them in the comments below.

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“And that’s the fun of it, it’s that mystery
In all these things bearing other people’s history
You can look at this stuff, wonder where it’s been
You can pick it up and you can use it again”
— Catie Curtis lyrics from Dad’s Yard

 

Photos by Ted Hess-Mahan

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18 Comments

18 thoughts on “Dad’s Yard: Growing Up With A Picker”

  1. David

    We used to go to the dump, after dad would clean out the garage and basement, to dispose of items the garbage company would not take. We always managed to come back with some stuff. It never fazed us kids that we bought something at the dump. Old bike parts or a table or cabinet. As adults it sort of made us cringe as that dump ended up on the Superfund List. We saw all the barrels stacked up and many times leaking into the rive that ran next to the dump. The owner sold a million dollars worth of gravel out of that hole, and took in 10 million to fill it back up with junk and hazardous materials, then died and left a big mess.

  2. Peter Giacullo

    I always live listening to this song. I actually grew up next door to them at one of there homes. I helped him out one year with a yard sale. To this day I still have the scorpion belt buckle. He also gave me a book to read. It was a book on sports great Bob Gibson. Don’t have the book anymore but I still remember a lot from that book. Great person and great family.

  3. Linda

    When my brothers and I were young (early to mid 60s), our grandparents and an uncle and a few other relatives lived in the area where my dad and his siblings grew up. We lived about an hour away, and would visit every week. During the summer,, we kids got to stay all week. Occasionally, my uncle would take a load of ‘stuff’ to a dump just outside of town—and we NEVER went home empty handed. Some of it, pretty good stuff. Some of it, Uncle Bud added it to his collection of other junk. And he almost always found a use for it. We don’t have places like that anymore..but you can bet, if I see something on a curb that I know SOMEBODY could use, I’m going to pick it up!

  4. chazz wimperis

    Speaking of local dumps.I grew up poor in southern Ontario and lived in a small town in a apartment.In the alley behind us was the local rebakas rummage warehouse. Beside it a body shop.If you grew up poor you would know some of the teasing one could endure,this set a goal for me when the rich kids got new bikes my buddy and I would build one from the second hand ones.being the late 60s early 70s I turned out choppered mustang bikes with plastic transistor radios on the bars.flash forward a few years I left that little town at 14 and went looking for my father who was a musician playing in cottage country in the Halliburton highlands we didn’t see eye to eye and I was determined to make it on my own so I got a job in a lumber mill .The first two weeks I slept under the saw house until I got my first check .now I had my own place a mile from town a mile from the mill and two hundred feet from the local dump..Day one..couch cushions ..pots and pans..day two..bedding and curtains day three end tables coffee tables kitchen table and chairs..day four two tv’s and a cabinet Viking stereo..which my back to this day is buggered from..on the fifth day after work my boss seen me carrying a double bed on my head down the hwy.he stopped gave me a hand a ride to town for groceries…on the Saturday my mother had drove up with her boyfriend and found my dad .the only conversation they ever had that I know of was where is he…they both showed up at my door expecting to see a young man of 14 huddling in a corner eating a can of beans….instead I invited them in to a fully furnished house with food in the fridge…40 some odd years later I’m still pickin and my friends will tell ya if ya can’t find it here it probably don’t exist..peace and good pickin folks..

  5. Patricia Malcolm

    I grew up with a mom who had us scouring old deserted homes for antiques, wading in rivers for bottles, plowing through old dumps for treasures, knocking on strangers doors asking if I could buy their buttons……all fun back in the 60’s. Now dealing with liquidating all of this stuff!

    1. Judith

      Hey Patricia – loved your story of times lived! Couldn’t help but be interested in the part about buttons and how you’re downsizing. I’m 65 and have a project in mind that requires a buncha buttons. Get up with me if you’d like to sell some.
      Thanks so much,
      Judith

  6. Diane Randall

    Love this story! So much history and treasure hunting still to be done! This is one of the greatest joys in my life. Been picking over 30 years! One of my children’s favorite picks was and old ghost town in Nevada it was Thanksgiving about 20 years ago, we found so many great items, several old bottles, a broken gun, old marvels, railroad lantern just ton list a few. That old dump sight was the best Thanksgiving we ever had! I’m a true 1800’s girl, so it’s up in my top 5 picks. Thank all you fellow Pickers for keeping our love for history and exploration alive. Diane

  7. Bob peterson

    Love the song,as we had our city dump right down the gravel road from my Dad’s family farm outside of Pipestone,Minnesota.We would bring back more than we got rid of most of the time.My life growing up between schooling in Minneapolis and summers helping on the farm made me realize what a great country we live in and the strength of our forefathers that built it.When I had to downsize my father’s massive collection of steel and farm antiques,all of it went to a proper place.

  8. Margaret Tomko

    I love this show. Im so happy other people love to do what I do.I’ve found so many cool and useful things on the side of the road.My local dump used to have a book bin.I pulled books out of there from the 1800s in pristine condition. I’ve kept many things and donate two almost perfect baby carriages to a local organization that helps pregnant girls.I just pulled a pine table from the 50s out of the dump the other day.It matches a bedroom set I have.You never know what you will find.!!

  9. Al Schroeder

    My dad was a car parts picker. He was always on the lookout for a part that he might “someday” use. He was a master mechanic and could make something work again or make something else useful out of it. He loved to restore old cars. He always knew which of the many cardboard boxes in our garage held the part that he needed, without labeling the boxes. My brother and I inherited his love of fixing things and the picker gene , and for that and many things, I’ll always be grateful to him.

  10. Brad Murray

    This website is one big letdown. I use to watch the show regularly till I got on the website to see if I could find & possibly a few things that they bought while on the road. Not everybody can drive to Iowa or Tennessee without driving awhile. So I thought I’d get on the website to see if I could just buy & ship. There’s all kinds of ways to contact you but no way to shop for the antiques that you’d think would be for sale. It’s like I can tell you were all kind of stuff would be but no way to see anything “antique” to buy unless I want a “Antique Archeology” shirt or hat etc… I don’t see myself watching this show anymore if I can’t even shop for anything antique. WHAT A LETDOWN!!!

    1. Sarah Buckholtz Post Author

      Hi Brad! We’ve tried putting antiques online but we can’t keep up with the database. The turnover is too quick not to mention, picks don’t last long on the floor. We keep a first come, first serve policy at both shops, and choose to hold onto memorable picks from the show that people can recall when they visit. Cash in on some vacation time and come visit! Love to show you around. What piece were you hoping was for sale?

  11. Cheryl Acheson

    I love the story, song and pictures. I can’t seem to get enough of watching American Pickers and now having other pickers sharing their stories on my phone! This amazes me! Thanks for sharing!

  12. Mary Morgan

    My 6th grade teacher was a very tough strict teacher, and expected a lot out of us. She also frequently took us on field trips to museums and historic sites. On the way back from one of the trips, the bus pulled off the back road by a wooded area. We all got out and scoured the ground for old bottles or anything we could find. It had been a dump site years ago that she knew about from years ago. Together with that day and my parent’s love of Goodwill finds, I have found a lifetime of treasures❤️

  13. Marie

    Yes, grew up with a picker. Sadly he passed in March. We are still going through all his stuff in his shed that he called, his “office” he had a land line in there, aluminum cabinets that were in his mother’s kitchen, and lots of tools!

  14. Cecelia P Jasuwan

    My Dad was a picker. He would take my son to the dump for bicycle parts. Even after moving to a senior citizen apartment he would watch the dumpster for anything good they would throw away. I got a whole pile of perfectly good table cloths because he called and said I should come get them quick.

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