Julie and I went to Fran and Ron's house last night for pizza and a bottle of wine, as we often do. As we sat outside on the back porch, we were just reaching the bottom of a wine bottle when Fran turned to me, "I've got something that you might be interested in, since you are into beer."
She went inside for a couple of minutes. When she came out, she had a tin bucket with a lid on it. It was old and had areas of surface rust coming through the paint.
"I don't know what you call it, but when my father was a boy, he used to run to the local tavern around lunch time, fill it up with beer, and bring it to his grandfather -- my great-grandfather -- who worked for the railroad in Sleepy Eye, Minnesota," she said.
I recognized what it was right away, even though I'd never seen one in real life.
"We just call it the beer bucket," she continued.
"I know exactly what it is," I said, "It is called a growler. It's not like the gallon jugs that you or I get at the local brew pubs today. The old growlers were tin buckets like these. Back in the day, they used to fill them up so that they'd have beer for the work day. In particular, working folk used to use them, like construction workers, ditch diggers, or railroad people, like your great-grandfather."
She held it up for moment and then I asked, "Can I see it? I've never seen one in real life."
She handed it over to me. It was very light, made of thin metal and painted on the outside. Size wise, it looked to hold maybe a half gallon, if you were lucky. When I tried to pull the lid off it simply contorted the whole thing and would not budge.
"I don't want to wreck it trying to get the lid off," I said, giving up.
"Let me try."
I handed it over to Fran, and she worked the lid for about a minute. It suddenly popped off.
We passed it around to everyone, looking inside at the rusty bottom. Some people smelled it hoping to smell the remains of beer, only to smell old tin.
We spent the rest of the evening taking about Sleepy Eye and how it was founded by Germans, how it was the home of the Le Sueur Pea canning factory, its history during World War II as a POW camp, and, of course, we talked more about Fran's great-grandfather and father. We also tried to figure out when the beer bucket was used, looking at when Fran's father was born, settling somewhere around 1938.
It was truly a fine evening, contemplating the personal history attached to this one beer bucket.