Old bottles tell all manner of tales from days of yore
December 2, 2020
This is a tale of old bottles.
Once, a pair of 5-year-old twins lived in a little house with their mother and father and younger sister and brother. About two blocks south flowed a small river.
On an overcast, cold, late fall day the two young girls were sent out to play in their yard but their interests lay elsewhere. Before long, pulling their small red wagon, they were river-bound.
They remembered a path leading from the river bank down to a broad gravael bar. In the summer, they'd gone with others to swim when the water was low.
This day, the river ran fast and high. However, on the ba...