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by Burger in Spokane » Sun Mar 24, 2019 12:35 pm
I was always fascinated by the shelves of old fruit jars behind the man door into
my Grandfather's garage, each filled with different kinds of nails, washers, screws,
etc. I took to hunting down early fruit jars at a young age, and by the time I had a
place of my own to work on stuff, I had replicated Grandpa's shelves of jars with
sorted gubbins. Just last night I needed some stainless screws for some stainless
shower hooks I made. Shur-nuff, ... found what I needed in an old midget pint
jar with the CFJ intertwined initials and the Mason's patent date. Saved me a few
bucks and a trip to the hardware store.
Grandpa was a Buick man. In the garage sat a 53 Super coupe, a 56 Roadmaster
coupe, a 59 Electra 225 convertible, and Grandma's new 63 Skylark. It was a pretty
magical place, being out there as a small child. A family story went that Grandpa,
while on a sales trip far away from home, slid his "old" Buick off the road and into a
ravine in a snow storm. He walked into town, bought a new one, and never went back
for the old one. This was 1926.
More people are doing it today than ever before !