Why the name?

I've been fascinated by old bottles since my childhood. I well remember the great vacations we took when we were kids to my parent's ancestral homes. My Mom grew up on a farm near Dale, NY, and my Dad's family had the adjacent farm. I don't remember all the ins and outs of my Dad's families ownership. I'll have to ask him. His family also had a house in Buffalo NY where he lived during the school year. During the summer the family would go out to the farm.
My parents were born in 1925. This was of course pre-polio vaccine. During the summer folks would send their children out of the city if at all possible to try to minimize their exposure to polio.
But I digress. The point is that both properties had a long history of human use. And, this being in the days prior to trash collection, their trash was dumped on the land in piles and the location of the piles was shifted around over time.
Among the many fun things we did while on vacation in Dale was scout for old dump sites and unearth old bottles. I was late on the scene for this endeavor, having some other pursuits I was also engaged in, but I did collect one very beautiful bottle which unfortuately came to a bad end when my Dad shipped it out to me. For an incredibly intelligent person my Dad has a bit of a blind spot concerning how fragile items need to be packaged when shipped.
I haven't spent time scouting for dumps since, but on our tramps we always keep an eye out for old bottles. One of our finds was an old coke bottle. The most interesting thing about this bottle is the writing on it: "TRADEMARK REGISTERED BOTTLE PAT'D DEC 25 1923".
Was the patent office open on Christmas? I had a hard time imagining government workers in the patent office awarding patents on Christmas day. But the bottle seems to be proof that indeed, the business of the patent office was not interrupted by Christmas, at least back in 1923.
I asked my Dad about this. Oh yes, he said. Christmas didn't use to be the big deal that it is now. So I keep the bottle in the collection on my window sill. A very tangible reminder of how much our country has changed over a not very long period.