Notes: Got this nice old poison during a “dry spell” late last year. I had been diving probably 3 times in a row, and come back with nothing! If you aren’t a diver, let me just emphasize how much work goes in to finding a site to dive at, driving to it, hauling your gear down to the water, suiting up (especially in the hot weather), then untangling yourself from your gear when the dive is over. If you do all that work and come up empty, it leaves your feeling very ugly!
So with three empty dives in a row, I was finishing up my fourth, when I finally found a goodie. It was laying at the bottom, and as soon as I saw it I knew it was cobalt even though it was covered with river muck. Cleaned up real nice.
The Ted’s Soda turns out to be a pretty good bottle! I see the Ted’s Soda with Ted Williams picture on it all the time in antique shops, cause it is a repro collectible. But the original Ted’s soda like this one I guess is a good one.
The Curtis Cherry Syrup had no damage and cleaned up great ! It’s my nicest find in quite a while! Here’s some more pics
This ink came out of a river in Maine last Friday. I wish I could say I found it, but it was diving buddy who found it.
What a super pontil ! A tiny tiny sharp ring pontil. There was a proprietor in Kittery Maine with the last name “Gerrish”. I have seen this ink, in either green or aqua, I forget, but it had a label with that proprietor on it, so I’m guessing this may have come from his store.
These two inks , and shards were dug by me in a dump in NH in 1994. The green ink here is the same bottle as the new one just recovered, but the new one has an even tinier pontil than mine which I thought was small. The aqua one is a similar mold, with a pontil. The shards include an amber pontil cone, another unembossed green pontil, and the real killer, a green Harrison’s Columbian Ink.
I hope to get out diving in the next couple of days, so I hope to have some new finds of my own to share.
Notes: This dump was found right behind a muffler shop on Route 1. Route 1 is a very very old road, also called Post Rd, because it was the road that connected all the coastal town’s post offices (and there was a tall “post” with a hanging bag of mail on it, so the wagon driver wouldn’t have to get off the wagon, and could just grab the bag of mail as he passed).
I have found many dumps over the years, right behind the businesses that are on Route 1 all up and down the north east. If you look at many of the businesses, the buildings may be new, but you look at the foundation shape, and it is often a rectangle, horizontal to the road, which was common to the layout of buildings in the 1700s.
This bottle was found in a small dump right off the back parking lot of a modern business. There was an old rock wall I noticed, and a little polluted stream running behind it. Amongst the little, I could see some older iron and buckets. At one point this older trash was concentrated, and I scratched around with my potato rake and started finding old bottle shards. Eventually, I found a couple dozen whole bottles from the 1800s over the course of a couple of hours. I dug a milk glass candy dish in the shape of a battle ship, the “State of Maine” It was broken, but I glued it nice enough to display.
This small Bowmans bottle was in perfect condition. It is a rip off from a similar bottle with the name Blackman. Actually, I can’t remember who ripped off whom. It has a strange type of pontil, common to clear flint glass like this.
This is a telephone interview that my daughter Annie did with me, for her media marketing project at college. She is the one responsible for the creation of this blog. Scroll down for the link to the interview!
Created by Annie Hepburn, interviewing Bram Hepburn
If I’m lucky enough, my son Quincy come with me digging, and has just started doing some river snorkeling with me over the past year or two. He is braver than I was at his age. You couldn’t have got me to snorkel in a murky river for all the money in the world when I was his age.
Here’s a quick video of a river muck excursion we did a couple of months ago. I had found a riverside trash dump in the city. We floated a basket and walked up the river. It was a hot day, so the water felt good after digging in the dusty bank. We took home a dozen or so bottles, with the best find of the day being a little Holloways ointment pot, which among other things cured “sore breasts”, which I had to explain to Quincy, in not too much detail.