Posted on 11/04/2010 6:47:13 AM PDT by skeptoid
The year is 1905. You are a prospector in Alaska relaxing in your cabin after a chilly day of working the tailings pile. Craving a cup of joe, you pull a tin of coffee off the shelf. Though you cant imagine it, that distinctive red can, the one you will later use for your precious supply of nails, will long outlive you. And it will give an archaeologist a good idea of when you made your Alaska home. The coffee was Hills Bros. The can was vacuum-sealed.
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Interesting, wish there were more pictures.
Gold Ruch cabin dwellers probably had more liquor bottles than coffee cans.
Many pages of old coffee can pics
I’d be more interested in finding the cans those old prospectors buried their gold in.
True, but the key is that the art on the hills bros cans changed very frequently so they can establish the earliest point that can had been at the site. a bottle of Jack didnt change much and more than likely in Alaska, booze would have been brought up in large quantities then you brought your own jug, cheeper and safer to transport. or they just made their own.
I can sleep better tonight knowing there is now a field guide to coffee cans. :p
Hey thanks. I love the coffee called “breakfast cheer”, that’s just how I view it.
On the old farm/homestead look under the fence post.
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Au contraire mi amigo. (a little frog mex lingo there) the article said the can was treasured as a container for nails.
Bottles were trashed bu the cans were treasured
Your coffee recipe might be welcome on this thread...
Hey, it just killed a newbie during the ritual of hazing.
He was standing in the sun without sunscreen, on one foot, hopping, while touching his fingers to his nose with his eyes closed, reciting the alphabet backwards with a clothespin on his tongue, after drinking... my coffee.
Wombats are involved in there somewhere too.
Dating that stuff is a big deal. I was working on a job where they wanted to build a small hydroelectic plant. Just big enough to replace the town’s current 3 Catapillar diesal engines that run the town’s electricity.
But, right along the proposed pipeline is an old, broken down miner’s log cabin. Two walls anyway. And much of it looks to have been “repaired” looking at the chainsaw cuts. (I imagine chainsaws are fairly recent).
Anyway, they are looking into if they can run the pipeline near it, or if they have to keep it away so as to avoid this “historic site”. Not sure how they can call it historic when they don’t know who lived there, why (well, probably a trapper - no gold around), or when. And I can’t imagine dragging the school kids 40 miles from the town of 120 folks, and then having them tromp through the woods 4 miles to get to the place.
And even then you have to be within 30 feet of it to distinguish it from the normal fallen logs, etc.
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