Today's dig wasn't much more productive than Thursday's was. A few minutes of probing proved to locate two holes. We decided to begin by opening up the shallower of the two, thinking that it COULDN"T be the same age as the previous one. WRONG!! Not only was it close in age, but the danged thing turned out to be a seven foot square, three foot deep trash pit. As it grew in size, bottles of all sorts flew out, literally. Most were of such poor quality that we just tossed 'em up onto the ever expanding dirt pile.
There were enough busted teasers to make us fools keep at it, 'cause you just never know. At the end of the afternoon we had very few "take home" bottles. A couple of Kilmer's Ocean Weeds, a Lydia Pinkham's Blood Purifier, some sarsaparillas, hutch sodas, and local prescriptions were all that I was barely interested in. I just couldn't abide draggin' home the Chamberlains, Boschees, other Lydias, funky Hostetter's, ad nauseum. The gal across the street got a Radio Flyer full of inks, fruit jars, shoe polishes, perfumes, Ayers, and many more bottles to add to her backyard "bottle fence". She happy, we happy. We fillederin and booked for home.
I tried to throw in a pic, or two, but the system denied the photos. 120KB is too much, I guess.
Mike
There were enough busted teasers to make us fools keep at it, 'cause you just never know. At the end of the afternoon we had very few "take home" bottles. A couple of Kilmer's Ocean Weeds, a Lydia Pinkham's Blood Purifier, some sarsaparillas, hutch sodas, and local prescriptions were all that I was barely interested in. I just couldn't abide draggin' home the Chamberlains, Boschees, other Lydias, funky Hostetter's, ad nauseum. The gal across the street got a Radio Flyer full of inks, fruit jars, shoe polishes, perfumes, Ayers, and many more bottles to add to her backyard "bottle fence". She happy, we happy. We fillederin and booked for home.
I tried to throw in a pic, or two, but the system denied the photos. 120KB is too much, I guess.
Mike
