Glass in my ------- house.

As I’ve mentioned before, there is stuff all over my house.  Pictures, old cans, camera equipment, old electronics and glass.  Everything has a story to it.  Here are some of my glass stories.

Remember when milk was delivered to your door in glass bottles?  It’s been a long time, but here is one I found when I first moved into my house.

We sold this energy drink for a couple of years at the Chevron.  The other workers and I were amused by the name and the color of the bottle.  (If you have to ask, I’ll tell you.)

Dr. Pepper, used to be my favorite drink before my A1C skyrocketed.  This is an old bottle I picked up at a memorabilia store.  I don’t know if you can tell from the photo, but I knew it was an old one because that’s not a twits off top.

After 13 years of teaching at Junior High schools, I was hired on at Granite High.  My siblings and their families threw me a surprise graduation party for my promotion from Junior to Senior High.  They caught me completely by surprise because the graduation concept never even occurred to me.

My mom passed away from cancer in 1988, in 1974 she went through chemotherapy.  With a hint-hint, wink-wink her doctor simply informed her of the theoretical benefits of medicinal marijuana.  This is the medical equipment my mother used to take a medicine that helped her a lot with the symptoms of chemotherapy.  Remember, as ugly as it is in the year 2011, it was ten times worse for people in the 1970’s.

Ever flown from Salt Lake City to Disneyland with 75 fifteen year olds?  One other teacher and I did, with the help of a half dozen parents.  Keep in mind that parents are great with their own children and a handful of their friends.  But with large groups of other people’s children there’s a big difference between teachers and parents. (Not that their help was not highly appreciated)  All in all, it was a memorable and enjoyable experience, even though I got the group that broke a bed, knocked an EXIT sign off the wall and discovered that it takes 2 full rolls of toilet paper to clog a hotel toilet.

This is not something you see that often anymore.  No, I’m not talking about the glass telephone pole thingy.  I’m talking about the “MADE IN THE U.S.A.”  Even most of the cars made by that American Icon, Ford Motor Company, are mostly made on the other side of the border.  Yeah, they may be assembled in the U.S.A., but the last Ford Crown Victoria (grandson to my beloved Ford LTD) to roll off the assembly line had just over 50% of it’s parts produced here.  Whether good or bad, it just doesn’t mean the same thing as it used to.

I had an old shed in the back yard when I bought this house.  It must have been built in the 30’s or 40’s and even though it had a bad case of rot it almost pulled the bumper off my 1966 Jeep Wagoneer as I tried to pull it down.  Well, somebody back then didn’t know that somebody else in the family was heading out to the work shed for a little nip of whiskey once in a while, because I found  a couple of old bottles, still corked with some alcohol in the bottom, stashed in the wall.  For a third of a millisecond I was tempted to taste it, but decided against because I didn’t have any good mixers in the house.

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