Our family cottage was also enjoyed by many other families in the 1970's and some of those people started to crowd the mantlepiece with empty Chianti bottles. Some sported candles in the neck and were dribbled with wax. One year, my Mom thought enough was enough and they all went. Eighteen of them. My Dad saved one, the biggest chianti bottle he had ever seen on this side of the Atlantic. It is a gallon size, covered in straw wrap and dribbled with three colors of candle wax. It still lives in the attic, a relic of good times had by dozens of people vacationing in Chatham. This is my Chianti bottle charm.
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