OT: RE: Old Beer , James Howell

RBnSC · May 13, 2009

James good story, 65 Chevy. The first new vehicle Dad ever bought was a 73 Ford pickup. Before He quit farming and moved into Charleston we would do work their with our equipment. One particular day not very long after He got his new truck we dug up a large tree and in the root ball was an old bottle, not unusual in the downtown area. This bottle looked to be at least a hundred years old still had the cork in it, the remnants of wire that held it in place, and half full of liquid. Wow this is neat so we wiped it off and put it in the glove box of Dads new truck. The end of day came and I drove the dump truck home. My brother and dad a few minutes behind. I was walking across the yard headed to the house when I see them coming, both doors wide open and them hanging out as far as they possibly could. They went right past me in to the back yard. They grabbed the water hose and commenced to spraying the inside that pickup particularly the glove box. There was no doubt about what was in that bottle in may have been beer at one time but it had been through the human process.
Ron

Lincoln IA · May 13, 2009

I used to work for the county on the bridge crew. We took out an old bridge to replace it. The wooden piling had to be pushing a hundred years old. They were sharpened on the bottom for driving with a mule powered pile driver. Anyway when they came out they smelled like a fresh cut cedar tree. I though that would be just the thing for our old truck. I cut a few hunks of the piling and threw them under the seat. The truck sat in the sun all day and for some reason by the end of the day the fresh cut cedar smell turned into the foulest oder you ever smelled. So much for my air freshener idea.

James Howell · May 13, 2009

You have another good story; be sure to share it with your family members that may not have heard it.

That's one of the things I enjoy most about this forum; being able to share stories that otherwise might not get told.

Some of the replies make me think back on some of the memories that may have been dormant for years.

It's always good to be able to go back and recall/recount something that was funny and makes you smile and sometimes laugh.

In the last couple of years before his death, my dad shared a lot of stories about his dad with me.

Some of the best stories I've ever heard; some very colorful and some very humbling.

Thanks for bringing the your original post forward and sharing with me.

Oh yeah, here's a photo of the 65 Chevy truck.

The red tail hawk was the focal point of the photo; the truck just happened to be in the background.

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RBnSC · May 14, 2009

The stories are what I enjoy the most I love to share them mostly to get others to share theirs. When my daughter was little every night she would ask for a story "that really really happened". Had three brothers and our lives growing up was very colorful as my wife puts it. Unfortunately very few pictures. I do have a picture of a set of planters that flipped up on my brother and pinned him to the steering wheel but our scanner is broken and can't share that just yet. I like that truck I had a 63 like that and a 62 suburban carryall. By the way red tail hawk is delicious if you fix it just right they taste like Bald Eagle.
Ron

OT: RE: Old Beer , James Howell

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