I thought some of you might enjoy this experience I once had.
My grandmother passed away in 1947,I was 11 years old. My family moved to the farm to live with my grandfather after that to take care of him. The story unfolds where my mother wanted the basement cleaned out so she could do her thing. I remember helping my father haul untold numbers of bushel baskets full of bottles,brown,blue,green, clear and others all corkers to my recollection to the local dump. The house was built in 1887 and and my grandparents had stocked those bottles for some reason all those years.
Now does that just make you sick or what?
My grandmother passed away in 1947,I was 11 years old. My family moved to the farm to live with my grandfather after that to take care of him. The story unfolds where my mother wanted the basement cleaned out so she could do her thing. I remember helping my father haul untold numbers of bushel baskets full of bottles,brown,blue,green, clear and others all corkers to my recollection to the local dump. The house was built in 1887 and and my grandparents had stocked those bottles for some reason all those years.
Now does that just make you sick or what?
