Warren Borton
I grew up on a ranch in Wyoming. As a child I explored every crook and cranny of our 600 acre ranch , plus all the land bordering ours. I spent a great deal of time playing along and in our creek.
Just off our ranch there was an old cabin which sat on the edge of creek. It was not long before I took the short journey to explore it. It looked old and spooky with its missing windows and dark interior. A young boys dream for adventure ! Little did I know how this one day would forever affect my life. I often wonder if I would have become a bottle collector if not for this one day.
The interior of the old house had clothes and junk scattered in every room. It looked like a wind storm had gone through it! Just inside the front door was an old medicine bottle with a cork it in. And just beyond it lay another. They intrigued me somehow and I stuck them in my pockets; Mere unembossed 1915 pharmacy bottles but they started it all !!
Upon returning home I found my father in the barnyard with a man who was buying hay. The fellow turned out to be an avid bottle collector who promptly offered me $1 each ! This was a fortune for a 10 year old boy on the 1960s . A dollar would buy a stack of comic books or twenty candy bars or ten bottles of soda pop !
