37chief
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- California
Walking past one of my old buildings I spot a couple glass gallon jugs, the ones with the little loupe for your finger to pick it up. The sight of those glass jugs brought back some memories. No matter what we were doing, Dad always had a glass water jug for drinking water, no matter what we were doing. Bailing hay (stationary baler) hoeing beans, cleaning up the bean head rows (by hand with a fork) after Dad cut them. Every one drank out of the same gallon jug. My brother would make sure I didn't put my lips on the spout. I sure miss those days. Stan