On my first trip to Canton, I spent a wonderful day exploring booths full of old rusted things that I recognized from my grandparents' house, garage and yard. Many other visitors were filling large carts with this stuff, some of it in pretty disreputable condition. Why?
Oh, there's satisfaction in salvaging something from the landfill, and there's certainly delight in using it creatively. There's a tangible connection with people who lived before we were born. While all that is in the mix, there must be more to it.
I think I know what that is. It's time travel--not just back in time, but forward. Salvaging old things is somehow reassurance that we ourselves are salvageable, that we also can be redeemed and put to fresh use. Even after we are rusted and all worn out, we can be repaired, cleaned up, and displayed with pride by our Owner. We are given the place in his house that was meant for us.
All old things were once New. But they don't stay that way; if they're to be useful, they have to be made New again. That is what we hope for ourselves.
(Photo above is from this page.)