So I walked by a window…
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Short Stories – Poetry – Creative Nonfiction
Short Stories - Poetry - Creative Nonfiction
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Thanks, Mom! 🙂
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I love these beautiful bottles. So artistic. I’d like a collection all for myself 😉
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Hi Amberr… they are on display at the Mercer Museum in Bucks County, PA. They date back to the 1800’s. 🙂
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Some of my family has a “habit” of falling in love with collecting glass bottles. These are an example why. Very cool.
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I was digging in the dirt outside my apartment (long story). The building is old. I found an old (intact) green bottle.
Your family sounds pretty neat! Thank you for sharing. 😀
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My husband used to work in demolition so he would find alot of old bottles when they would do buildings & homes, I had quite q collection going up until I moved? Now I think someone threw them away? I had to downsize for the move to a smaller place. I let my son’s make the some of the decision’s? SO THAT’s how the story goes? SO Sad now I miss them, especially when I seen the photo. I love old bottles. Other People’s old bottles now!
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Hey Deb.. I am sorry you lost your collection of bottles. 😦
Maybe you can start a new one 😀 Or collect something else.
Thanks so much for commenting!
Darlene
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