I will shorten the stories today. The one smaller jug did come from an old homestead in southern Iowa and it had been storing a tar like substance. It had a corn cob in it to keep it from spilling or drying out. It took a long time to get it cleaned. The large one was a birthday gift to my father as a joke from a cousin. It was his birthday and I guess that was the time when you could pick them up at auctions for fifty cents. I have a picture somewhere of my father holding the jug with his ever present cigar in his mouth. I don't throw historic things like this away even though they have only decorative function.
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