My basement is a museum of forgotten memories and unfinished projects. On Saturday during the April Fools snowstorm I poked around and found some interesting glassware. It brought back some memories.
Among the antique bottles I found these decorative glass light coverings. I don’t even remember where I found these.
I’m old enough to remember seeing glass insulators on utility poles. I read that in the desert the clear glass ones would gain a violet tint from the sun’s ultraviolet light.
When I lived in Stamford, CT my dad would take me to Scofield Town Dump and we would scavenge for treasures. American Cyanamid dumped there and I would collect reagent bottles, test tubes and other chemical glassware. There was always a fire burning somewhere and among the pungent smoke I once found an antique banjo which was half burnt. I have no idea why I’m still alive. This is one of the bottles, but that is just food coloring.
Imagine my surprise when I found this mouse skeleton INSIDE this antique bottle. Why would this stupid thing crawl inside an empty bottle? How did it get in? What a horrible way to die.
Each regional area has it’s own brand of soft drink. My wife was born on Vancouver Island and for some reason I must have picked up this bottle when I was there. It is one of those forgotten memories.
I do remember painted label San Miguel beer from my Navy Days. We drank enough of this stuff in the bars of Olongapo City in the Philippines.
Olongapo City 1970
I was pretty thin during my stint in the Navy. Note the 8 track player behind my right shoulder.