Starting at the Ending

 The bottles came to my hands in two large plastic storage bins. 

Each piece is individually wrapped in butcher paper, like hundreds of tiny presents waiting to be opened.  What is this one going to be?  Is it still intact?  Will I recognize this bottle?  I hope to share my excitement with you as I unbox the collection here on this blog.  The collection is finished, and nothing in it is for sale.  If you know something about the bottle type, or have a memory to share I invite you to leave any kind comments below.

  How did the Robertson glass bottle collection come to be?  Primarily through the efforts of one young man, my Uncle Nick Robertson.  Today we would have a diagnosis for what might cause a fixation or obsession, but at the time it was just how he was. He didn’t let things go easily. This is made evident in the large number of bottles he collected in his young life.  Most of which he dug for himself in Leadville, Co. bought on trips to Pennsylvania, or gathered from other family members.  It stayed where he had stashed it, “on the roof” of my Grandparents home, until the home was to be sold and the collection was packed away.

  Today we will start unpacking it, and see what treasures we find.  The story is incomplete, since Uncle Nick isn’t here to tell us about it himself.  But I hope to share with you why bottle collecting was so fascinating, and whatever tidbits I learn about the glass on the way.