Before and After: "The Sameness"
"So you're FOR Buttercups"
Seven
years ago I started this antiquarian ‘writing down’ with a five post block
presenting the antique New England pickle bottle. I presented it as it is to me... now, then, back then,
before, generations before, these days, those days and in my days... now.
Where, when, how, who. Too. And... the constituent antique pickle
bottle collectors, including their ‘must have – go to’ reference book... too.
I
have ‘gone back’ and read over the posts and so may anyone by pursuing the
labels ‘old bottle’, ‘pickle bottle’ and ‘pickles’. I did not change (edit) anything. That I did not need... or want... to do. I found the error that I had ‘occurred
to me’ that caused me all this retro reading right away and then, too, found it
to be a solid ‘error’ throughout all five posts. The error is simple enough: I never serve notice that the reason I choose old New
England pickle bottles as the subject is because... it is easy.
I
felt then
And
feel now...
I
feel...
That
they (the antique New England pickle bottle) captures and encompasses all of
what I have been writing down ‘ever since’ about New England antiques. Their collectors, dealers and
pickers. The old New England
homes, houses, homesteads, sheds, barns, outbuildings. Stonewalls, ‘dumps’ and ‘hoard’. Attics, cellars and summer
kitchens. Back stairs,
windowsills, cellar stairs, woodshed windows, dirty barn windows. Boys and girls playing in barns, sheds. Wells and their well houses. Old women and their preference for old
pickle bottles in their windows.
Old men who tied bailing twine around a ‘pickle’s’ neck and ‘hung it’ in
the center of a barn’s window.
Dirty wooden boxes...and old cardboard
paper boxes full of old dirty pickle bottles in the back of old rusted pickup
trucks... hauling them to my yard to “SELL”
“YOU”
“THEM”.
I
never said why I picked that topic.
The old New England pickle bottle, when it is applied to my ‘subjects at
hand’; the core directives of this blog; it is a very fine and easy choice...
For
it ‘covers all of it’ and
“Never
changes” too.
In
the original five posts I did, ‘pretty much’ cover... the all of it (about
‘pickles’)... without saying that; that ‘pickle bottle’ is an easy choice that
covers. The ‘never changes’ I
bring in today. To ‘bring in
today’ I graciously say... in a reversing way... that the old New England
pickle bottle
Is
not
“Trending”.
It
stays where it is and that ‘stay’ comes from where it... was.
As
a candidate for exemplifying old New England decorative taste (“good taste”) of
objects, designs, places, settings, inclusions, exclusions and... ‘sending the
right message from the corners of the room’, the old New England pickle bottle
‘is that’. In the posts, I notice
the difference between the ‘cathedral’ pickle bottle and the plain pickle
bottle as decorative preference and clout. None the less... “BOTH” are “PICKLE BOTTLES”. Choose a ‘one’ or the other... or one ‘may have’ a ‘both’. TOO. Dirty in boxes in a picker’s truck. Washed and “windowsilled” or
“Manteled”. The top of
refrigerator is a popular spot too.
And there is too... the old
back stair’s hoard that I ‘grew up with’ in my grandmother’s home. “That long ago” still stands today...
and ‘started’ in the
Civil
War.
Old
New England pickle bottles were used as window decoration in the Civil War. They were not ‘thrown out’. They are a solid benchmark of ‘not
trending’ ‘old New England’ decorative ‘taste’.
The
old pickle bottle is a shelter of old New England we may all ‘get to’.
Today,
all old pickle bottles and their various etiquettes are unchanged. They are a little more ‘scarce’, a
little more ‘hidden away’ in homes and collections, a little more expensive, a
little more “not (for sale) today”.
A little bit more.
Not
a lot more. No... everything there
(“with pickles”) is ‘just fine’. And
no one ‘with pickles’ notices the ‘nots’.
No one brings their old pickle bottle that ‘came from my grandmother’ to
‘display’ at the Historical Society’s annual ‘Discovery night’. The pickle bottle stays home... and
guards the home. They are still there
when a ‘you’ gets back. They are
still there after an “I” (an antiques dealer) leaves the home... after a
‘visit’. ONLY now and then when
the inheritance is declared and the distributions ‘made’ do they falter and,
briefly, ‘go in motion’. I am always
around to ‘catch them’ if they ‘fall’.
The
plain pickle may be the best ‘starter’ for the ‘home’. It is a little less of a dollars and
cents commitment... though that price gap has narrowed... so that ‘good ones’
‘shadow’ the price of the cathedral pickle bottles. These days. I
remember being ‘undone’ by a sixty dollar price on a ‘plain pickle’. Now I encounter ‘one (hundred)
twenty-five’ “stickered can you believe it?”. Yes I can believe it.
That is cheap for a true ‘shelter of old New England’. And it is too... a shelter that may be
‘passed down’ for generations. One
may count on doing that. I already
stated: Old New England pickle
bottles are not trending. Neither
is old New England. In case you
haven’t noticed. Old New England
is just as crouched down behind its stonewalls and Indian (chimney) stairs...
as ever. Old New England continues
to ‘escape capture’. I know
because I fight in this war everyday
Of
my whole life. I notice lots of
old pickle bottles in this war.
A
strip mall based mowing – landscape ‘lawn care’ (weed whacking, leaf blowing,
[“bark”] mulching and round-up defoliation) services with “HEY GUYS” guys
riding the mowers, whacking, blowing, dozing the mulch, and squirting the
‘killer’ pose as the semblance of order standard for the
New
New England . Semblance of
order. Pose. Taste. Declaration of taste.
Demonstration of taste.
Etiquette of taste.
“If
it runs on gasoline they have to have one”.
“We
just don’t do any of that”.
“So
your FOR buttercups?”
That
does not seem to have a lot to do with an old pickle bottle hanging by its neck
in a shed window? This is
right. It does not. An old pickle bottle hung by its neck
in a barn window is an old way of old New England decorative use of an old
pickle bottle. MOST ALL of those
old pickle bottles have been taken down from their window and sold. It is very rare to encounter ‘one
hanging’ ‘anymore’. But the “LAWN”
is “PERFECT”.
In
old New England
So
to speak.
And
so is the pickle bottle. If there
is a ‘stoic’ and a ‘suggestion’... the old pickle bottles make them. Are them. Welcome to the eye and only ‘spotted’. If one sees one then one is ‘a message
from the corner of the room’ receiving.
If you do not see it... it is not there. One must look for a ‘better spot’ and ‘try again’. All this will make sense when one does
see one ‘in the (old New England) wild’.
Stop and compare it to the ‘one’s I have at home’.
If
everything I do (with old pickle bottles) is done over and over... then I never
have to do it ‘again’. Over and
over I have ‘old pickle bottle’ my life.
Fours years old. Seven
years old. Thirteen years old.
Now
over six decades have passed.
Pickle bottles have not passed.
Or
changed.
Not
even slightly. They are an
absolute of old New England ‘sameness’.
No: Not even ‘utterance’
has come from them. To me. Simple only... ‘sameness’. Ever even where they are; on a
windowsill... a china cabinet’s top.
A box in a truck. Tied by
its neck and hung in a window.
“LET ME WASH THEM FOR YOU.”
“No”
I
want them dirty with their old dust dirty bailing twine nooses. Soldiers in a war hung until dead from
Spying
From
their barn window on every caller greeted at the front door. Caller greeted at the shed door. Even the barn’s door. “USUALLY WE KEEP THE DOOR OPEN BUT THE
NEIGHBORS CAT’S BEEN CATCHING THE
BATS”.
Didn’t
think there was going to be a tomorrow did they. I was going to take them down and let them breath
again? No... “NO... NOT TODAY I
GUESS. I WOULD MISS THEM YOU
KNOW”.
“How
long do you think they’ve been (hanging) there?”
“Oh
those were there when I was a boy”.