Early spring. We were actually going somewhere for a change and it was much appreciated as we piled onto a bus similar to the ones that picked up the air force kids at Bannatyne School. We were escorted through a maze of rooms inside the old grungy plant, seeing the bottles move along, being filled, and so on. At the end, I believe we were give free small bottles of the small Coke version to take away with us.
Our teacher asked us to write about the trip and I remember asking my Dad for a word to describe the weather that day and he offered “balmy”. I thought my first-ever essay was good, but someone else won the best essay ‘contest’ in our class. After all these years, I can still here the bottles clinking together on a belt and remember what a red letter day it was for all us poorer kids, especially.
