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This next installment is a story of threes. The “Beggs” bottle wasn’t exactly the first bottle I found at my site…but it was the first in my long and recent string. Years ago I was taking care of my cousins kids for a few weeks and I took them camping at my beach. This pack of wild animals was from a town outside of Chicago and I would drive them around the west in the summers to help minimize the crushing boredom that is called “the Midwest”. I mean to say….the highest point in their town, if not their county, was the landfill and all you can do as a kid at midnight in August is pray for death as you lay in your bed being suffocated by the heat and humidity. So out of the goodness of my heart I would take them in and lead them on adventures.
Like I said this was years ago, when the basin wasn’t quite as eroded and the clay not so exposed. In those days it was not uncommon to pick up an arrowhead at this spot and we were hunting around for just that…when one of them brings me this umbrella ink bottle with a chip out of the top…right from the spot that would later become THE spot where my 100 year old bottles are coming out of. It is a pretty neat looking one too…notice the writing that is INSIDE the bottle…I just can’t really make out what it says, backwards I think it is. Then another kid brings me this ink blotter on top of it all.
After that the next bottle I found after the two wine bottles was in fact ANOTHER ink.
It is the little square-ish one with the orange hue. Don’t really know too much about that one but would love some guesses. I found it a good 50 feet to the south of my spot but still in the basin. It still has its cork inside it too.
The third one is marked “Thomas Inks” on the bottom with the number “18”. Now this one has a better story. My cousins kids are all growed up now and having kids of their own and their father (my cousin) has kept coming out to visit me every few years. (Always with a different lady friend who thinks he is the best thing since sliced bread). He loves the beach too and I take him down with me whenever he comes out. So there we are walking the basin and I am telling them the story of me finding all those bottles one at a time over in that spot over there (me pointing it to them). His current girlfriend walks over to the spot I am pointing to…bends over and says “like this?”…and hands me the ink…and that makes three.
Like I said this was years ago, when the basin wasn’t quite as eroded and the clay not so exposed. In those days it was not uncommon to pick up an arrowhead at this spot and we were hunting around for just that…when one of them brings me this umbrella ink bottle with a chip out of the top…right from the spot that would later become THE spot where my 100 year old bottles are coming out of. It is a pretty neat looking one too…notice the writing that is INSIDE the bottle…I just can’t really make out what it says, backwards I think it is. Then another kid brings me this ink blotter on top of it all.
After that the next bottle I found after the two wine bottles was in fact ANOTHER ink.
It is the little square-ish one with the orange hue. Don’t really know too much about that one but would love some guesses. I found it a good 50 feet to the south of my spot but still in the basin. It still has its cork inside it too.
The third one is marked “Thomas Inks” on the bottom with the number “18”. Now this one has a better story. My cousins kids are all growed up now and having kids of their own and their father (my cousin) has kept coming out to visit me every few years. (Always with a different lady friend who thinks he is the best thing since sliced bread). He loves the beach too and I take him down with me whenever he comes out. So there we are walking the basin and I am telling them the story of me finding all those bottles one at a time over in that spot over there (me pointing it to them). His current girlfriend walks over to the spot I am pointing to…bends over and says “like this?”…and hands me the ink…and that makes three.
