This week’s “Remember the Time Blog Hop” topic is supposed to be about the time we had an imaginary friend. I never had an imaginary friend. I have plenty of voices in my head, but none of them are very friendly and I work very hard to keep them contained. Rather than bow out of the weekly writing episode, I have decided to break the rules and write about my very first childhood friend, Tim Apwisch (Timmy). I know I am not the first in the blog hop to break this rule as my virtual friend Kelly has done the same thing so hopefully I won’t get kicked out of the club, (oh and real friends sure beat having a jar of pimentos as a friend).
When I was a kid, aluminum cans had not yet become very popular for sodas or beer. Most everything was bottled and when you purchased a carton of sodas, (we called them “pops” in Ohio), you would have to pay a two cent deposit for every bottle. When you finished drinking all of the pops, you’d put the bottles back into the carton and carry them back to the grocery store or quick mart. You would receive two cents for each bottle or even-credit if you were purchasing more pops. The bottles would get picked up by the delivery drivers and carried back to the bottling plants where they would be sanitized and reused for new product. Continue reading