Compost- forgot one

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  1. cssc

    cssc Well-Known Member

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    I forgot one - can I compost white paper products? My mom didn't because she said there was bleach in 'em. I'm talking about tissues, paper towels, & toilet paper ends.
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  2. kitaye

    kitaye Well-Known Member

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    I compost any that are non-bleached. Never tried with bleached items.
     

  3. Marcia in MT

    Marcia in MT Well-Known Member Supporter

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    I've never had a problem with all the white paper stuff. I don't think there is any bleach left in the paper after it's manufactured.
     
  4. Pony

    Pony Well-Known Member Supporter

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    If it's organic, it goes in the pile. It all reduces to compost.

    Dryer lint. Paper towels/napkins. Gleanings. Clippings. Cuttings. Cardboard. Paper. Shredded bills, shredded adverts.

    Hm. I'm put in mind of the late great Shel Silverstein's Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout.... If only she'd been a composter, how different life would have been for poor Sarah!

    Pony!

    SARAH CYNTHIA SYLVIA STOUT
    WOULD NOT TAKE THE GARBAGE OUT

    Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout
    Would not take the garbage out!
    She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans,
    Candy the yams and spice the hams,
    And though her daddy would scream and shout,
    She simply would not take the garbage out.
    And so it piled up to the ceilings:
    Coffee grounds, potato peelings,
    Brown bananas, rotten peas,
    Chunks of sour cottage cheese.
    It filled the can, it covered the floor,
    It cracked the window and blocked the door
    With bacon rinds and chicken bones,
    Drippy ends of ice cream cones,
    Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel,
    Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal,
    Pizza crusts and withered greens,
    Soggy beans and tangerines,
    Crusts of black burned buttered toast,
    Gristly bits of beefy roasts. . .
    The garbage rolled on down the hall,
    It raised the roof, it broke the wall. . .
    Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs,
    Globs of gooey bubble gum,
    Cellophane from green baloney,
    Rubbery blubbery macaroni,
    Peanut butter, caked and dry,
    Curdled milk and crusts of pie,
    Moldy melons, dried-up mustard,
    Eggshells mixed with lemon custard,
    Cold french fried and rancid meat,
    Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat.
    At last the garbage reached so high
    That it finally touched the sky.
    And all the neighbors moved away,
    And none of her friends would come to play.
    And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said,
    "OK, I'll take the garbage out!"
    But then, of course, it was too late. . .
    The garbage reached across the state,
    From New York to the Golden Gate.
    And there, in the garbage she did hate,
    Poor Sarah met an awful fate,
    That I cannot now relate
    Because the hour is much too late.
    But children, remember Sarah Stout
    And always take the garbage out!

    Shel Silverstein, 1974