Where your thrift store donations go

(via putthison)Where your thrift store donations go (hint: often not the thrift store)

Many years ago, the “rag man” would stroll through the back streets and alleys crying “Rags, rags, give me your rags.”  When I was a child, my “busia” told me about the “sheenies”, to whom she would sell me — and the rags, if I wasn’t “good”. I still get nightmares.

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