Publisher's New Hobby Is Finding Broken Glass Shards
I
have a new hobby.
Unfortunately, it is not one I will be able to pursue very often.
We were in West Virginia for the “gathering” of the West Virginia Museum of
Glass and had an opportunity to visit the sites of many now defunct glass
factories.
Our host, Dean Six, who works for Replacements Ltd. when he isn’t
supervising four business enterprises or remodeling his mammoth bachelor
pad, handed us each a baggy as we arrived at our first site.
“Here,” he said, “You’ll need this.”
He was right. And I now have 24 pounds of glass shards from at least a dozen
former glass factories and several still working glass plants.
Most of them came from cullet piles, which is broken glass put aside at one
time to be added to new batches of glass.
Actually, I had started collecting souvenirs of our trip on our first day in
West Virginia.
We were touring the recently closed down glass factory Glass-works, which
had been owned by Princess House and was originally the Louie Glass Company.
As part of the tour we were allowed to crawl into a 90-ton continuous melt
glass furnace. (It was NOT still hot.) The floor of the pot was a 12-inch
thick layer of clear glass.
There were chunks of glass left when they chopped up the floor to get at
monitoring devices which could be sold. Even though I didn’t have a baggy, I
started my new hobby with three pieces of glass floor.
We picked up pieces of mostly colored glass from sites such as the West
Virginia Glass Company, the Fostoria Glass Company, the Paden City Glass
Company, the Hobbs-Brockunier/Northwood Glass Companies, the Seneca and New
Martinsville/Viking Glass Companies and several former and current plants
making marbles.
Perhaps my best find was a complete marble at the Akro Agate site, where
they say that they used to find marbles worth as much as $500 each to
collectors.
Only one of the sites used up more than one baggy, and that was at the
Hobbs-Northwood site in Wheeling. I struck such a big pocket of shards that
they practically had to drag me away.
I was probably the only one who wished he had a shovel and a lot bigger
baggy.
If you ask me what I plan to do with all those shards, you won’t be the
first to ask. I haven’t a clue, but I’m surely going to figure out
something.
After all, what good is a new hobby if it isn’t something with which you can
indulge yourself.
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