The 2015 January Muncie Fruit Jar Get Together was so much fun!
Room hopping was lively, with over 50 rooms booked, which means at least 100 collectors roaming the halls, making deals, telling stories, and having a BALL!
Jeff Klingler had such a great time, he felt inspired to write a poem about it.
Without further ado, but with apologies to Clement Clarke Moore, here is his Ode to Muncie:
twas the day after muncie, i drove all alone
jars in the back seat, i headed toward home
i reflected on all of the fun that we had
but now it was over, it was kinda sad.
the party, the people, like nothing at all
we all came to muncie, the place made by BALL
it started on thursday, temps around minus four
the truck was so cold as i opened the door.
i let it warm up, 'bout 30 minutes i'd say
the glass and the temps won't mix well today
the drive was not long, around 100 miles
the closer i got, i just was all big smiles
the excitement was rising, the level was high
once at the hotel, all i said was OH MY!
there was wheeler and munson, jon black was there too
and so many others were part of the crew
the doors were all open, as i wandered the halls
there were great jars all over, and all colors of BALLs
there were ambers and green ones, and even BALL BLUE
great jars to be had, some for me and for you
i found a few keepers, as i roamed up and down
the halls of the hotel, there was never a frown
spurgeon showed up with his personal stash
jars direct from his shelf, for piles of cash
the rooms got so crowded, no chance to be lazy
cause the frenzy was hot, my eyesight got hazy
the closures, the colors, and sizes galore
i got kinda dizzy, almost fell on the floor
more rooms would be opened, more jars got put out
the selection was awesome, that's what it's about
by friday the booty was piling high
and the guys from montana were making me cry
they scored those 2 jars just minutes before
i got in the room... they beat me once more
but it's all in great fun, we love all this glass
the place is sure hoppin, we're having a gas
in room 126 we party till two
the drinks they were flowing, 1 for me 2 for you
rich leece had some extra, i'm sure he would say
but did he remember the very next day?
and then it happened, as quick as a flash
joe m did a fumble, that ended with ... CRASH!
a pretty deep green jar, a beauty for sure
that CFJ is gone now, there would be no cure
we all can tell stories, like this one told here
seeing piles of glass, we cry in our beer.
i've done it myself, as i ran down the hall
got way too excited, and broke a GREAT ball..... [Read that story here.]
saturday morning the facebookers came
and joined in the fun, started playing the game
buying and trading, and seeing it all
there's nothing but action in these hallowed halls
we all sure are crazy, chasing the jar
we come from all over, from near and from far.
and then comes the meeting and great jars are shown
eyes pop from our heads, with all minds getting blown
eli's pint profile, those immersers and more
wild colors and tom sproat's big crash on the floor
chuck erb does some magic, that trick's never old
i show them a jar that's colored like gold
later that nite the action winds down
don kelly and i go out on the town
some beers and a burger and plenty to say
talk about jars that we saw there each day
pretty awesome, incredible, spectacular too!
the fun NEVER STOPS in this town of BALL BLUE.
that evening i sit with eli and rich,
joe c and mike mosier stop by for a bit
we talk about jars well into the nite
the jario is missing this wonderful sight
see jar friends we have here are always so great
we stay up and visit until it is late
sunday comes early, it's off to the show
it's all almost over, so downtown i go
i say my goodbyes to those smiling faces
all good friends of mine from all different places
i leave muncie town, but have one more stop
i drive down to brucie's and once more to shop
he saved me a jar, a beautiful BALL
an olive green 4 liner, the darkest of all.
it matches 4 others with mold number 5
it adds to my line up, and that is no jive.
sister jars, the same mold, all exactly alike
except for their colors, a wonderful sight.
we talk jars for hours, surrounded by THEM
the darkest of darkies, and all of them gems
black bart like no other, and go withs there too
it's BALL JARS forever, including BALL BLUE.
and then i head home, to beat out the storm
that ice on the windshield is starting to form.
it's slicker than snot, the truck starts to wiggle
but with good jars aboard i just start to giggle.
i really am happy with booty galore
but it's good friends i have that make spirits soar
i pull in the drive it's a wonderful sight
HAPPY JARRING TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NITE
[Originally posted here.]