The days when horses collected Falkirk’s rubbish

Horse-drawn waggons were used to collect rubbish in Falkirk in the 1920s and '30s
Horse-drawn waggons were used to collect rubbish in Falkirk in the 1920s and '30s

Another Christmas is now past and gone. The blue bin at the back door is overflowing with paper wrappers, food boxes, coke cans, used crackers and envelopes galore, while the black box has so many empty wine bottles that you are too embarrassed to put it out on the pavement.

Only the bones of the turkey remain and the left over mince pies are past their sell by date. There’s nothing for it but to fill up the green bin or the grey food caddy and wait for those nice guys from the council to take them all away.

How different it was in the past when waste from kitchen, fireplace and even the toilet was simply dumped outside the door and left to rot or be flushed down the street by wind and weather. In Victorian Falkirk the accumulations of filth were blamed for all manner of diseases but people in power were reluctant to spend a few shillings to put things right.

It’s true that there were official ‘scavengers’ with a contract from the council to collect the ‘nuisances’ and cart them away to the countryside, but by all accounts they did as little as they could get away with. However, towards the end of the century new pressure to improve sanitation and health brought change and the carts of the scavengers (or ‘scaffies’) gave way to a more regular system of collection.

In the 1920s and ‘30s the open horse-drawn lorries were gradually replaced by motor vehicles with closed sides in an attempt to keep the contents . . . . and the smell in. During World War II there were severe shortages of many items and the idea of recycling materials and making the most of the left over food was given official support and information caravans came to town to press home the message.

As a child in the ‘50s I remember food waste being collected in little ‘brock pails’ with funny lids to ‘feed the pigs’, though where exactly they were wasn’t too clear. Most of the rest of the weekly waste was ashes from the coal fires which burned in every grate in the town. These went into big metal dustbins with huge round lids which made great shields for small boys fighting battles against the enemy from Summerford or Camelon.

The dustbin men still known as ‘scaffies’ came round each week wearing big leather aprons and gloves and lifted the huge bins over their heads and shook the contents into their wagons sending showers of ash around the neighbourhood.

We also had regular visits from the rag and bone men with their horse-drawn carts offering a few pennies or cheap toys for bags of old clothes. If the horses were kind enough to leave a wee present on the street then we were sent out with a shovel to collect the goodies which made the roses grow!

The clean air acts of the 1950s changed everything. The ashes disappeared but were soon replaced by the products of the new throw-away age. Most foodstuffs came unpackaged including bread, meat, fruit and vegetables – now everything was wrapped often twice or more and returnable glass milk bottles vanished.

Great mobile grinding machines replaced the old bucket lorries and after a spell of black plastic bags the multicoloured wheelie bins of today arrived.

All a far cry from the dirty, unhealthy middens that once stood before every door in town.