I used to dig for bottles before this hobby consumed me! I was going through some bins looking for something different to put in my showcase at the antique shop. Found this, dug it 17-18? years ago. Its a shear top ink 1860-1880ish. note the double pen holders on the sides. This was about 3 feet deep.
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Very pretty bottle, Mark. Unusual style. My wife and I keep our eyes out and bring home the old ones. We always thought they turned blue from sunlight, but I guess we're wrong, not much sun 3 feet down. Prettiest i found was a medicine bottle circa 1875, nice blue color. What do you figure on this one, Mark? $20,000? :laugh: Jokin of course. Plug nickle be fine with me.
Found this in beach muck on Greenwich Bay, RI in front of an old Victorian era campground.
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Thanks Mark. Let me tell you my best "bottle story." I was hunting artifacts where a stream enters Narragansett Bay. Near the mouth the stream cut a sheer drop embankment. Not high, maybe 3 feet tall at low tide. I could sit on the embankment, let my legs hang down toward the water and take in the view. So I did. About a foot down from the top of the embankment I noticed the base of a large bottle just barely sticking out. I reached down to wiggle it, see if it was just a broken base. Stuck solid in the near rock hard embankment muck. So I tugged very careful. If broke I could cut myself, if not didn't want to break it myself. It was all there, nice half gallon milk bottle, I guessed early 1900's.
Still filled with a lot of mud, laid it down beside me. Heard a "skitterin, clacking" sound seemed to come from the bottle. Washed it out in the stream and inside was a 4" blue crab, way too big to fit in the neck. "Boy, fella, you been in there awhile, how the heck did you eat stuck in a muck filled bottle shoved neck-into a rock hard embankment??"
Took it home to show the wife. Then we returned to the stream. Holding the neck, and wearing a glove on my hand, whacked the bottom against a rock. Perfect break, and with claws up and pointing at me, the "enemy", the crab backs into the stream, making a beeline for the open bay. Free at last, free at last!! Broke a nice bottle but we knew we did the right thing by the poor little critter.
Charlie
Rhode Island
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