20 Feb 2009
SHOW & TELL
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When I was a little girl I lived with my grandparents in a little town near Frankfurt in Germany. My grandpa loved to drink a beer on saturday and sunday evenings. In 1949 there were no beer cans or bottles in the shops at least not where we lived. Beer was served in pubs and if you wanted to drink beer at home you had to buy it there.
So it was a big honor for me when he asked me to buy him a jug of beer. Proudly carrying his personal jug I went down the street into the pub and bought his beer. I was so happy and felt so grown up !
Today it would be unthinkable !
My grandpa's beer jug. The cover in pewter has his name engraved in gothic "M. (for Max) Tessmann" It must be at least 90 years old.