I collected pretty much everything when I was a
kid. I collected rocks. I collected matchbooks. I collected feathers. I collected old bones. I collected old newspapers. I collected old bottles. As mentioned in a previous blog, my sisters
would not to go into my room because it was, according to them, “gross.” I lived in a boy-cave.
Sisters just don’t get it.
Bottles have changed a great deal over the years. At one time, bottles were both ornate and
colorful. Many of my older bottles have
long slender necks. Some have fancy
writing expressed on the glass itself.
Most of those are greenish in color, brown, or relatively clear. My favorite are the purple bottles.
Fact is, most bottle-makers wanted to produce clear
bottles. According to an article I found
at the Corning Museum of Glass website, most of the older greenish bottles are
that color due to impurities such as iron oxide. The bottle-makers were shooting for clear but
missed their mark.
In the mid-19th century, American glassmakers
started using manganese oxide, which they called “glassmaker’s soap,” as a
decolorizer. Bottles made with manganese
dioxide were clear, but only in the short term.
The bottles gradually turned various shades of purple when exposed to
sunlight or any other source of ultra-violet light. Some have turned a deep purple by this date.
Early in the 20th century, new
manufacturing methods produced clear glass without the use of glassmaker’s
soap. So ended purple bottles.
Bottles today are not even bottles. I give as example the crinkly, squeezy
plastic thingies we use for water. Glass
bottles are now, for the most part, simple and utilitarian. Posted today is a photograph I captured of
what you find inside a “box” of wine.
Not a bottle in any sense—more like the entrails you might expect to
find if you dissected Barney (the purple dinosaur).
Now that I consider it, dissecting Barney is one of my
better thoughts.
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