The stories that we tell

Madoc Ontario c. 1960 (from postcard)

A postcard showing off the main street of Madoc in about 1960 (a very good year), generously shared by fellow central Hastings County storyteller Russell Prowse.

One of the absolute best things about being the creator, curator and general dogsbody here at Meanwhile, at the Manse is that quite often readers share their stories with me. This brings two large benefits. One, the stories are invariably enlightening and/or entertaining – whether they be about local (i.e. Queensborough-area) history, or about their own family history, or old-home-renovation success or horror stories, or memories from the mid-20th-century era when I was a kid growing up here at the Manse, or – well, whatever. And the second big benefit is that these stories provide me with interesting new material to in turn share with the readership as a whole, and thus to build up the amount of shared knowledge and anecdotes that one can find right here at Manse Central. And of course, stories that come in and are shared tend to prompt even more memories and stories. It’s a productive and happy little process.

Pigden Motor Sales sign at Bush Furniture

The old Pigden Motor Sales sign that made a brief reappearance during renovations to the exterior of the building’s current occupant, Bush Furniture.

Today I want to share a story that is not my own, but that is very close to home. It comes from reader Russell Prowse, who posted a comment a little while back on a post I did about the brief reappearance (due to some renovations at Bush Furniture in Madoc) of a long-ago sign from when the building housed Pigden’s Garage. Since some readers probably won’t have seen the comment, here’s what it said:

“I have a postcard of Madoc from about 1958 or 1959 which is a photo of Highway 62 in the centre of town, facing north. Directly opposite Kincaid Brothers’ Red & White Super Market and immediately south of the Madoc 5c & 10c store, beside the Cafe Moira, is a large sign over the western sidewalk that reads “Ford, Monarch, Falcon”. [Note from Katherine: I believe this would have been Brett’s Garage.] I imagine it identified only the office for the dealership. I can’t imagine there was any kind of showroom in that small storefront for any vehicles sporting those three venerable badges. I wish I could give further clarification, but I was a very young kid at the time, and my family of cottagers were just beginning our long relationship with Madoc’s main street. I’d love to send you a copy of the postcard if you’d be interested. Thanks for your great efforts in providing such happy memories. More power to you.”

Now if that isn’t the kind of comment to gladden a blog writer’s heart, I don’t know what is!

Of course I responded to Russell’s comment on the blog. But I also sent him a private email – when people post comments, I am able to see their email address, though other readers are not – thanking him for his kind words and issuing a hearty invitation to send along that vintage picture postcard of main-street Madoc. Which he did!

Now, it turned out that it was a picture that had crossed my path before, and that I’d written about after discovering it framed and hanging in the Madoc used-book store The Bookworm; that post is here. But my photo of it at the time of that post, back in 2014, was basically a picture of a picture, reflections in the glass and weird angle and all. Thanks to Russell scanning the postcard, you can see the real thing at the top of this post, and it is a lovely trip back in time for anyone who remembers Madoc in the middle of the last century.

But really, even better than the picture was Russell’s own story of his connection with Madoc and how he came to have that postcard. And so this evening I’m going to let him tell the story. All you have to do is sit back and enjoy:

My connection with Madoc is due to my family’s yearly summer visits to Steenburg Lake, north of Madoc, near the hamlets of Gilmour and St. Ola.

Our Mom would drive us up from Toronto on the last day of school and we’d return on Labour Day. We were so lucky. We have been going there for sixty years now, starting when I was about five, and we still own our cottage. The postcard (probably purchased at the Rexall) just slightly pre-dates my strongest memories of the street: I don’t remember Cafe Moira, but I certainly remember the Madoc five and dime for its bags of plastic toy soldiers and beach paraphernalia. I remember Stickwood’s, where we could buy Bell brand (as in Belleville) flannel shirts. I would look at the records at Pigden’s, and buy my comics at Johnston’s Rexall. But across the street, in Rupert’s, the other drug store, where the really, really nice white-haired man worked, I would gaze, week after week, with deep longing at an outstanding collection of harmonicas on sale. Harmonicas! Eventually I bought my first Hohner Chromatic there with, I suspect, a little financial help from him (the Chromatic’s the one with the little push button at the side, like Stevie Wonder plays, and it isn’t cheap), and the white-haired man tossed in his friendly encouragement as a bonus. I wish I could remember his name. I’ll never forget his kindness.

Our shopping day was Thursday, I think, and that meant lunches at Richard’s Restaurant, SW corner of 62 and 7, which we called Johnny’s because we believed that was the name of the man who ran it. I’ll have a turkey sandwich – all white meat, please – on white with fries and a chocolate shake, and excuse me but I have to get up and put a another dime in the jukebox for another play of “Surf City“. That would be the third play, actually, but nobody seemed to mind. I bloody loved that place!

sunset on Steenburg Lake

This is our part of the world: sunset over Steenburg Lake, a little over a half-hour’s drive north of Queensborough. (Photo from the “Scenes from the Lake” gallery at the website of the Steenburg Lake Community Association)

My Dad was the type of guy who went out of his way to get to know people, and that included Kel Kincaid. They were a lot alike, kind of boisterous and sometimes a little too in your face for some. But my Mom and Dad got to know everybody who worked at the Red & White and later the IGA and when we finally got a phone at the cottage they began the habit of calling ahead to the store’s butcher and ordering the week’s BBQ. They swore by “Madoc Meat”. At Steenburg (at the time, still known as Bass) Lake, about half the population of cottagers would make the trek north to Bancroft for supplies. But we always drove the couple of extra miles south to Madoc because we felt it was maybe a bit gentler, a bit friendlier. And for Mom and Dad, that lasted to end of their days. After Kel died and his daughter and son-in-law took over, the friendship continued and in fact they held a bit of a party for my parents’ 50th anniversary – a wonderful and sweet gesture.

I have always felt as though the town was mine too, even though I would only engage with it for a few months a year. I have mourned the losses over the years of the buildings on that street, and the fading of the town. It troubles me. Because I love it.

What absolutely wonderful memories! I think Russell has told the story of many, many families who have come from the city to spend summers enjoying the quiet lakes of central and northern Hastings CountyMoira Lake, Stoco Lake, Crowe Lake, Weslemkoon Lake and so on – and also enjoying their occasional visits to “town” for turkey sandwiches, shopping at the five and dime, and maybe the latest hits on the jukebox. As for sadness about Madoc not being as busy as it once was, I told Russell in my email reply that I too am sad for what is gone, but optimistic about the future thanks to the local-food movement that is starting to take effect in our area; the number of arts companies and arts projects (the arts being the lifeblood of interesting, healthy communities); and to the inevitable spinoff effects of the enormous popularity of our immediate geographical neighbour to the south, Prince Edward County. (Then again, do we really want the rest of the world to discover the secret of our own beautiful and semi-hidden part of the world? Maybe not.)

Anyway, the stories are just great.

As I was starting to think about writing this post, I found there was a long-ago and almost-forgotten song lyric running around in my head – something about “the stories that we tell.” As you can see, I used it for my title, but even at the time I wrote that title I couldn’t remember the song that the line came from. A bit of searching and some memory work finally turned it up, and I thought sharing it might be a nice way to end this post – what with Russell having got the music theme going with his recollection of playing Jan and Dean on the jukebox at Richard’s Restaurant in Madoc all those years ago. The song was written by John Sebastian, but the version I know (from the album called A1A) is by the one and only Jimmy Buffett. What he says at the end of this live performance pretty much goes for me tonight – to Russell and to all readers who share their memories: “Thank you for the stories; thank you for the fun!”

A brief glimpse of a sign from times past

Pigden Motor Sales sign at Bush Furniture

What a thrill it was to see the old Pigden Motor Sales sign revealed once again, thanks to renovations of the exterior of the Bush Furniture store in Madoc!

I shouldn’t wait too much longer to file a report on something interesting and cool that happened in the nearby village of Madoc (which is “town” for us Queensborough people, at least on the days when Tweed doesn’t fit that bill) not very long ago. File this one under “fun blasts from Madoc’s commercial past.”

Northstar fridge red

The retro-style red fridge that I will buy from Bush Furniture one of these days. (Photo from Elmira Stove Works)

Here’s the story: There is an excellent local furniture and appliance store called Bush Furniture, with outlets in both Madoc and Tweed. At the Tweed store I found the refrigerator of my dreams, the retro-style red one that I will have someday, and you can read about that here; meanwhile, Raymond and I have purchased both a more mundane white fridge and a much-needed chest freezer from Bush’s in Madoc, and in both cases we have been thoroughly pleased with the quality of the merchandise, the friendly service, and the efficient delivery of the product. For all those of you in central Hastings County thinking of buying furniture and appliances from the big-box stores in some regional city: I heartily suggest you think again, and go local with the Bush folks. You won’t regret it.)

But anyway. Both Bush Furniture outlets have undergone renovations recently, and the work on the exterior of the Madoc store uncovered a real treasure – if only briefly.

You see, Bush’s in Madoc is located in the building that once housed Pigden Motors, a Dodge/Chrysler dealership back when I was kid growing up here in the Manse in Queensborough. Its location on Russell Street (or is that Russel Street?) was the car-dealership strip in those days; Derry’s Garage, Madoc’s Pontiac-Buick-Chev-GMC dealer, was right across the street. I’m sure there are many stories of the two businesses’ friendly rivalry.

(Meanwhile, I expect there was also a Ford dealership in town back then. Was it Armstrong’s Garage on St. Lawrence Street East? Or Brett’s Garage on Durham Street South? I am hoping a reader can enlighten me. And also, I should send out a shoutout to Madoc’s current car dealership, the bustling operation that is Doug Hunter Ford, carrying on the tradition out there on car-dealership row on Russell Street just south of Highway 7.)

Oh – have I digressed again? Oops. Well, this blog is nothing if not full of digressions.

What I want to say is that the renovations to the exterior of Bush Furniture – still a work in progress as of this date, I believe, which is why I’m not including an “after” photo – briefly revealed the old sign for Pigden Motor Sales. My eyes practically popped out of my head when I saw it, and of course I had to bring my car to a screeching stop and get some photos.

For one thing, I am a sucker for all old painted commercial signs. They are so beautiful, especially when faded and reminding us of businesses that once were so proud to proclaim their existence. But mainly, I was delighted to see that visual reminder of a prosperous and well-respected Madoc business from back in the days when all of us were so much younger.

The painted Pigden Motor Sales signs is covered up again now, and the front of Bush Furniture looks very nice as the renovations continue. But I’m glad to know that the old sign is still under there. And even gladder that I got a chance, even if a very brief one, to see it once again, and to share it with all of you.

Peace and dignity, and local care, in the autumn of life

Heart of HastingsThere are so many things that I appreciate about living in this beautiful part of the world. One is – well, speaking of “beautiful,” its beauty. Especially at this time of year, as the leaves turn from green to red and gold and orange and put on a breathtaking display as one drives along the highways and back roads of Hastings County.

Another is the impressive number of community services and resources we enjoy, even though we live in a thinly populated rural area – some of us “north of 7.” No, we don’t have malls and Wal-Marts (thank God) and all those fast-food franchises (save for our beloved Tim Horton’s and the Madoc McDonald’s, which has been a welcome addition to the local scene) that larger centres have. But in Madoc alone – Madoc being “town” for most of us in Queensborough – we have an excellent grocery store that’s open 24 hours (fantastic when you run out of scallops at 9:30 at night), a really great library that offers all kinds of services even aside from lending books, and a medical centre that I cannot sing the praises of too highly. Raymond and I came here from the heart of Montreal, where we were treated, when we had health issues, at top-notch university-connected teaching hospitals by doctors who are national leaders in their field; but I have never felt better-cared-for, health-wise, since becoming a patient of the Central Hastings Family Health Team at the Tri-Area Medical Centre in Madoc. Why, you can usually get same-day appointments with your medical practitioner! It’s pretty rare to be able to do that in a big city.

But in today’s instalment of Meanwhile, at the Manse, I want to tell you about another local facility that is doing a wonderful job: the Heart of Hastings Hospice.

I am inspired to write about the hospice – a fairly recent addition to Madoc – by a letter that came to me here at the Manse the other day. I’ve made in-memoriam donations to Heart of Hastings two or three times over the last couple of years; I think it’s wonderful when families request such donations to an important local facility when loved ones die. As a result, I’m on the mailing list, and this is fundraising season for Heart of Hastings. The letter was written by Dr. Cliff Derry, a much-loved and much-respected GP who practised in Madoc for many decades; everyone knew Dr. Derry when I was a kid growing up here at the Manse.

Hospice letter

His letter is beautifully written. I am going to share parts of it with you:

“Thanksgiving approaches again as the leaves blaze all around us and begin to fall, reminding us of the passage of time and the cycle of life. As we make plans for homecomings and family dinners, it’s inevitable that thoughts arise of those we have loved and lost. They have made us who we are and we cannot help but feel grateful for that.

“Each year I give to the Heart of Hastings Hospice as an act of celebration and gratitude for those people who meant so much to me. I give so that community members who are currently facing the autumn of their lives are able to do so with peace and dignity, free from suffering. I give with an eye to the future, a hope for meaningful support when my time comes. I give so that, even as individual leaves fall from the tree, I know the tree itself will remain strong.”

Dr. Derry goes on (addressing those who have supported Heart of Hastings in the past): “Your continued support will allow Hospice to continue to help local patients and their families transform this challenging period of their lives into a time of compassion and connection.”

Lovely! I suppose I need hardly say that my financial support will continue.

But, inspired by the letter, I decided to go and have a look at the hospice facility. I’d been reading about it in the local newspapers ever since Raymond and I bought the Manse back in January 2012; there are often fundraising events for Heart of Hastings that make the news. But I’d never actually seen the place, and until recently didn’t even know where it was. Then a while back I spotted some signs pointing to it, and yesterday I followed them up past Centre Hastings Secondary School to have a look.

Madoc hospice

What a nice, peaceful place. It’s a modern house on a very quiet little street, with trees and a well-kept lawn and just a great feeling about it. I would feel so blessed if I were able to spend my final days (hopefully a long way off) in that place, tended to by people who understand and practise (to use Dr. Derry’s words) compassion, connection, peace and dignity, and freedom from suffering.

We are so blessed to have the Heart of Hastings Hospice in our little rural community. I hope that you too might consider responding to Dr. Derry’s call for support. Click here to do so!

Please help me get to the bottom of the cold-storage business

The cold storage

Okay, people: what can you tell me about the past life of this Madoc building?

This rather nondescript, and I believe currently unused, building on Russell Street (or is that Russel Street?) in Madoc is a small mystery for me, and I am hoping that you readers will help me figure it out. Tonight, in other words, it’s you and not I who must jump into the roadster, grab Bess and George, and make like Nancy Drew.

Every time I drive by this building a vague thought along the lines of “cold-storage place” comes into my mind. That’s because this building was, back in the days of my childhood at the Manse in Queensborough (just a 12-minute drive from Madoc, which is generally “town” for us), a cold-storage place. Or at least, I think it was. In my memory this building is associated with large blocks of ice and large pieces of meat – like, half-cows and the like. So what’s the story on that?

Was it a butcher shop? I don’t think so. Was it a place that simply sold meat by the large quantity? I do remember that back in those days it was quite common for people to buy a quarter or a half of a beef cow – and maybe pigs too? – that would be cut and ground up into the usual forms for serving – roasts, steaks, hamburger, soup bones, etc. – by the butcher or seller, and these pieces, wrapped in dark-pink paper and carefully labelled, would be stored in “the deep freeze” (as we called freezers back then, especially chest freezers).

Okay, so if people stored these large quantities of meat in “the deep freeze,” why was there a need for this cold-storage place? Is it possible that, in those long-ago days when maybe not everyone had a deep freeze, people rented freezer, or at least cold-storage, space in places like this?

If my vague memory is at all right, I kind of like the fact that this building still has one of those buy-your-ice-here boxes out front. (Though I imagine it is empty, given that the building itself seems to be.) A nod to its former use.

I was also intrigued, as I took some photos of it this afternoon on my drive home from work, by the fine old wooden doors you can see off to the left side in the photo at top. Here’s a closer look:

Old doors and apparatus at the cold storage

Those are great old wide wooden doors – three panels’ worth each!

And have a look at the old wood-and-metal apparatus that comes out of the wall immediately above them. I’ve got no idea what it is, but I wonder if it’s something to do with hooking up large slabs of meat (like, half – or whole – cows) and hauling them in to the cold storage.

Am I close? Am I way off base? People, please share what you know!

A great new source of old photos

Madoc's Quiet Charm

The main street of Madoc, featured in a big Toronto newspaper, once upon a time. Charming!(Photo from Madoc and Area Local History)

Sometimes, people, this blog just writes itself. Or maybe it would be more accurate to say that sometimes things that happen around me, as I sit here in the general vicinity of the Manse in pretty little Queensborough, make it really, really easy to come up with something that I think will be of interest to you good people. That happened today.

There I was at work at Loyalist College in Belleville this morning, firing up my Mac and opening the usual tabs on it – our journalism program‘s website, QNet News; TweetDeck; Gmail; and of course Facebook – when what should appear on that last one but a post on Vintage Belleville, Quinte & Trenton Region (a great local-history site that I’ve mentioned before) telling the world about a new Facebook arrival: Madoc and Local Area History. It was illustrated by the photo you see at the top of this post; and since regular readers know how much I love local history, and how Madoc is “town” for those of us who live in Queensborough, you can imagine how little time I wasted in clicking on it. And you shouldn’t waste time either! You can go to that page right here.

Madoc and Area Local History was started just a few days ago by a chap named Brock Kerby, who says in its “About” section: “Created this page for the purpose of preserving local history. Great way to connect with each other and share our local history!
Hope you enjoy!” And he goes about his preservation-of-local-history work immediately by sharing some fabulous photos of the area from both the far distant and the more recent (translation: the era of my childhood here in the Madoc area, living at the Manse) past. And it is just wonderful!

You need to go check it out for yourself, and add your own photos and likes and comments to the great stuff Brock has put there. Here are just a few photos that captured my attention and that I hope will serve to whet your appetite for this splendid local project:

Old Madoc

No indication as to when this photo of the main street (Durham Street) in Madoc was taken, but it looks to be a party. And – is that a blimp overhead? (Photo via Madoc and Area Local History)

Stickwood's fire

A report from the no-longer-extant, and much-lamented, Madoc Review (formerly the North Hastings Review) about the fire that destroyed a mainstay of the main street, Stickwood’s dry- goods store, in 2001. (Photo via Madoc and Area Local History)

Madoc OPP station, 1975

The Madoc OPP station in 1975, when it was at practically the easternmost end of St. Lawrence Street East and in much more modest quarters than the current OPP officers (now housed in considerably larger digs on Highway 7 beside Tim Horton’s) enjoy today. (Photo from Madoc and Area Local History)

McCoy's Grocery

McCoy’s Grocery! I wrote about that store here; it was one of several small independent grocery stores that existed in downtown Madoc back at the time when my family moved to this area, in the early 1960s. Nice to see it again! (Photo from Madoc and Area Local History)

And here (in my humble opinion) is the coolest one of all:

Madoc Arena 1975

The Madoc Arena, 1975. Right smack in the middle of town – where the Home Hardware store is now. If you didn’t ever freeze your toes in that place, then you aren’t a true local of the Madoc area! (Photo from Madoc and Area Local History)

People, this site is just splendid, and that’s all I can say. Anyone interested in Madoc history should offer a great big thank-you to Brock Kerby for getting it off the ground. And Brock – please consider this my own thanks!

A whole pile of treasures from the thrift shops

O Canada! in Up and Away

The first entry in a classic Canadian primary-school reader from 1946, called Up and Away, that I found at The Bookworm used-book store in Madoc. I like the artwork – especially the scene of Montreal (our former home, and Canada’s biggest city at the time that Up and Away was published) at the top of the left-hand page. Such a sense of optimism and promise in those images!

You know, much as I love you readers and appreciate the time you spend here at Meanwhile, at the Manse, I really shouldn’t be telling you what I’m about to tell you. Why? Because I know perfectly well what’s going to happen. You’re all going to get in your cars and come up to Madoc and Tweed and visit the thrift stores and get to all the good stuff before Raymond and I can.

What a disaster that would be!

But anyway, I’m just so delighted with our finds from a local thrift-shop excursion this past Saturday that I can’t stop myself from sharing them by way of this post.

Would you like to hear about those finds? Of course you would.

Up and Away reader

Up and Away, part of the “Canadian Reading Development Series” published in 1946 by Copp Clark.

First stop: The Bookworm in Madoc. I’ve written before (that post is here) about that dandy little store, which is operated by volunteers and raises money for the excellent cause of supporting the Madoc Public Library. What I especially like about The Bookworm is how eclectic the selection is; you just never know what you’re going to find. And boy, we found a lot this past Saturday. I won’t even go into detail about the interesting prose translation of Homer’s Odyssey, and the massive two-volume set about all the mammals on earth (published by Johns Hopkins University), and the dozen or so other treasures that we found. But I will tell you about the primary-school reader whose image you see here, and whose charming first entry is shown at the top of this post.

I don’t think I would have used this reader back in the days when I attended Madoc Township Public School; it would have been 20 years old at that time. But I have to admit it looked kind of familiar. In 2015, it comes across as a sweet little memento of a simpler time, when Canadian kids apparently looked like this:

Young Canadians To-Day, from Up and Away

And when you wouldn’t offend anyone’s sensibilities (or at least, you didn’t care if you did) by publishing a Judaeo-Christian psalm in a general-audience textbook:

The Lord is My Shepherd in Up and Away

The 23rd Psalm, in a school reader! Can you imagine that today? On the opposite page and above the psalm, by the way, are the concluding verses of Longfellow‘s The Wreck of the Hesperus – guaranteed to give a small child nightmares.

I was also charmed by the inclusion of a poem by the American poet Edna St. Vincent Millay, whose work I admire. She tended to have a bit of an edge, and you can definitely see it in the last line of this poem; though perhaps the editors of Up and Away thought it would go over its young readers’ heads, and maybe it even went over theirs:

Travel in Up and Away

Gracious, all this enjoyment from just one book! But of course you want to ask, “What other treasures did you find, Katherine?” Well, here you go:

Poetry of Mid-Century

Is that not a Canadian classic? Good old McClelland and Stewart and its New Canadian Library of inexpensive paperback Canadian literature. And you have to love the design and colours of this midcentury cover – not to mention the book’s collection of early poems by the cutting-edge Canadian poets of the day.

And then there was this book, which I almost didn’t nab because it seemed a little ordinary from the cover…

A Book of Classical Stories

… but which did have nice illustrations and was kind of funky generally…

A Book of Classical Stories cover page

… and the deal was finally sealed when I discovered a lovely local bit of history stamped inside the front cover:

Johnston, the Druggist

Now isn’t that something? “Johnston, the Druggist” is, of course, Johnston’s Drug Store, still in operation (though in Madoc only, not Bancroft; and no longer selling textbooks) all these years later. (I’ve mentioned Johnston’s many times before, like here and here; and this post tells you about a new direction that the venerable business has recently taken.)

Okay, that’s The Bookworm. Let’s move on to Hidden Treasures in Tweed, another volunteer-run shop, this one raising money to support the very good work of Community Care for Central Hastings. At Hidden Treasures, Raymond and I picked up a basketful of things, and I do mean a basketful – we even found a bushel basket like you used to see (and maybe still do?) at apple orchards and whatnot. Here are some of our not-so-hidden treasures in that basket, three vintage games:

Basketful of games

And here’s a closeup of the Travel Trio of travel-sized board games – don’t you just love the colours and design from, I’m guessing, c. 1970?

Travel Trio games

And here is the price tag on the Travel Trio, which intrigues me:

Travel Trio price tag

Why a “Catalogue Price” as compared to “Your Cost”? What catalogue? Where would this boxed game set have been sold, I wonder?

Okay, now we get to what might be the coolest find of all, something that cost me all of about 10¢, I think. Get a load of this souvenir drinking glass:

Lindsay Dairy Day glass front

Wow! A souvenir of “Ontario Dairy Day, Lindsay (Ont.), June 16th, 1954.” I love this glass partly because I have Lindsay farm connections through my uncle, aunt and cousins; and partly because I think it’s so amazing that it has survived these 61 years. This glass is rather older than even I am!

And here’s the back, a little bit of Ontario dairy-farming history in and of itself:

Lindsay Dairy Day glass back

You probably can’t read the full text on the back of the glass, so here’s what it says: ONTARIO DAIRY PRODUCERS CO-ORDINATING BOARD Co-ordinating the Work of:– Ontario Cream Producers’ Marketing Board, Ontario Whole Milk Producers’ League, Ontario Cheese Producers’ Marketing Board, Ontario Concentrated Milk Producers’ Assn. Designed:– “TO PROMOTE THE WELFARE OF ALL ONTARIO DAIRY FARMERS”

Now, I am rather fond of a nice glass of cold milk with my grilled-cheese sandwich come Saturday lunchtime. Thanks to Saturday’s find, I now have possibly the coolest local vintage glass ever in which to enjoy my dairy product of choice.

And to think it was just another day at the thrift shops…