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Pop vs. Soda
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"By the time you read these words, the I that wrote them will have forgotten what it was, though the it lingers on, haunting the paper, unheard until you happen across it and your energy field activates it." - Margaret Atwood

Side Note: This is the second time I've begun this entry. Drats. I had begun earlier and then I shut down the L-top so we could do errands. I thought for sure I had saved everything but I guess not. When I reopened my page, it was blank. Now that is a kick in the pants!

Growing up in Maine in the 50s and 60s, I would ask for a bottle of pop not a can of soda. I believe the only thing that came in a "real" can was beer and you had to use a church key to open it.

Here is a link that shows the bottles of pop I used to drink. I'm not promoting eBay but this site had the best of all the links I visited.

Anyway, we didn't have pop regularly in our house like we do today. Pop was for special occasions like when we would have pizza (pepperoni my fave) or "real" submarine sandwiches. Not like they make them today.

When I was older but younger than 10, I learned there was money value on those empty pop bottles. When I was with my Aunt Dorothy's and Uncle Bo's house, I would search the culverts and sides of the road for the empty bottles. When I came back to the house, Uncle Bo would drive me up to the store to turn them in for money. I always made enough money to purchase another bottle of pop and even some candy.

Once I cleared out the area roadside by their house, Uncle Bo would take me on collecting trips either in his truck or the car. I didn't learn until many years later from Aunt Dorothy that Uncle Bo wanted to hide if a friend or neighbor would drive by. Hehehe, but he would still take me so I could get my treats. It was great fun and I was spending time with him.

The bottles I have are not vintage but are probably collectibles. Here is a photo of my collection:

Bottles 9 5 12

And, here's how I use them:

Double Duty 9 5 12

I firmly believe in reuse and recycle!

mz. em


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