Back in the early thirties KFBK radio in Sacramento received daily shipments of 78 RPM records for promotional use. Mel Venter, who was in charge of such things at the station, used to give tons(?) of them away to anybody who would take them, just to get them out of his way. My dad ("Yankee Mac And The Sierra Ranch Hands" brought his share home and stored them in the feed storage room attached to our chicken house. (We couldn't even afford a wind-up Victrola at the time.) My mom would take them and put them in the oven over a heavy duty clay flower pot and when they got hot enough they just sorta melted down to conform to the flower pot shape. Spindle hole and all.

What she didn't recycle in that way, I took care of later when I got old enough to use my brother's four-ten shotgun. (And the depression got over enough so I could buy a few shells.)

I guess today we have different values.