Something a little different than the points and pottery. No telling how long this thing hung out in the river swamp. Dates I've seen put this old milk bottle from the 30s or 40s.
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Something a little different than the points and pottery. No telling how long this thing hung out in the river swamp. Dates I've seen put this old milk bottle from the 30s or 40s.
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Very cool.
Best thing I ever found was an old glass Clorox bottle. One of my boys broke it. Cant have nothin
"They are who we thought they were"
You can dress a fat chick up, but you cant fix stupid
Gotta like that!
I enjoy digging around old homesites as well.
We were combining peanuts near an old home site, and I found a tiny glass bottle. Couldn’t have held more than an ounce. Don’t remember the name on it, but it was from a company that sold toiletries in the late 1800s. Maybe a perfume or cologne?
I think a lot of those were medicines and snake oil treatments. They were a dollar a bottle and were supposed to work wonders on wounds or just about anything. Even stains.
I find a good many blue milk of magnesia mini bottles around old homesites. An SC dispensary bottle would be cool.
Maybe opium.
Lord I hope it wasn't a bourbon mini, you'd be getting some guys a little moist if you posted a pic.
or a black stick. holy cow the possibilities...
Ugh. Stupid people piss me off.
I found an empty bottle in the woods once. I carried it out and threw it in the trash can at Amoco.
Leave it better’n ya found it.
When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home. -Tecumseh-
I did find this one next to some of the old brick work that drains our marsh
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When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home. -Tecumseh-
When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home. -Tecumseh-
"Rivers and the inhabitants of the watery elements are for wise men to contemplate and for fools to pass by without consideration" -Izaak Walton
Hey man...That's not on you, is it? I think I know where that is...been up in there a ton when I was a kid having bb-gun wars with the town folk. If that's where I think it is in town, what's the story behind it? If not, you probably know what I'm talking about, so what's the story on it?
“I can’t wait ‘till I’m grown” is the stupidest @!#* I ever said!
that's actually in our swamp, old rice marsh, Kershaw's. It's loaded up with old structures. it is bordered by town, but the city limits run around us.
are you thinking Kirkwood common area? I grew up on Mill, I've fished every small stream, private pond, or mud puddle in town.. or played man hunt through them.
There's a lot behind it, better pics and info, but I'm in haste
What and where you're describing match up with the remains of this
https://www.worthpoint.com/worthoped...lina-107023483
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