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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.
So neat. I chuckled when I pictured it being done nowadays. Cute.
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Hi Gattina
ReplyDeleteWhat a great keepsake to have of your grand father's! I like the story that went along with it!
~Ann
Such a special beer jug!! I bet your little hands could hardly hold it way back then.
ReplyDeleteIt is really a great memory you have! And I like it so very much.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely aMAZing Gattina!!! What a treasure to have this in your possession! A family heirloom.
ReplyDeleteMy show n tell this week is the final showing of my troll doll collection, from the tiniest to the 'oldest' couple. Do stop by if you can....and, have a great weekend.
I love the picture in the beginning and I liked the way of your writing.There was suspense hidden in every word of yours.
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What a wonderful thing to have! How great to be able to hold and touch something that belonged to someone you loved who is no longer there.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the story. How wonderful it must be to have such fond memories attached to the jug.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing.
What a precious keepsake. I wish that was still the way to drink beer at home. We'd have more clear heads. Thanks for sharing. Happy Show and Tell Friday.
ReplyDeleteWhat a neat keepsake. Yep, I can just see that happening today! Times change don't they?
ReplyDeleteJudybug
Sweet memories and a wonderful treasure!
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that is a beautiful antique with such special memories for you. I'd love to touch it.
ReplyDeleteYou're right -- no kids allowed to buy grandpa his beer today.
Wow! Great story! And you are absolutely right - you couldn't do that these days!
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Wjat a great treasure you have from your grandfather!!
ReplyDeleteOh what a proud moment! I'm sure you carried it gingerly all the way back! What trust! Thank you for sharing today:)
ReplyDeleteWhat a treasure to have and the memories make it even more precious.
ReplyDeleteSorry I missed your Fun Monday...it's been more than just chaotic here at The Asylum...not to mention I was involved in sneezing and whooping and coughing.
What a remarkable memory! Of course it would be unthinkable today - he would be arrested for sending a child to do such a thing! Or worse - he wouldn't get his beer because the pub owner wouldn't SELL it to you! LOL!
ReplyDeleteWonderful memories, and how lovely when you got this mug as a keepsake. I know it would be unthinkable today, but I wonder. its a shame times have changed in the wrong direction...I'm sure that not you or any other kids that got to do this errand ever dreamed of tasting that beer. Shame that everything has to be controlled today.
ReplyDeleteWhat a cute story...and yes, so funny to think of sending your little girl down to the pub today to fill up your beer jug! lol Such a fun memory. I really enjoyed this post. :-)
ReplyDeleteCan you imagine? That is so awesome...what a treasure.
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Susie
Very precious thing to have. Such a history in it. Life.
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