MY BEER CANS
How This Beer Can Bug Won His Wings - by J.S
My beer can collection is one I am proud of but hardly satisfied with. There are still 20 or so cans that have eluded me ever since I got into the hobby: a mint condition West Virginia cone-top being at the top of that list. And yet, it's not just about what cans I have or how many. Collecting to me has always been a celebration of the culture surrounding beer and the people involved in brewing it.
I started when I was a kid growing up in Huntington, West Virginia and never lost interest - even when I had little or no room to put up a display. I currently have about 2,000 different cans, a small collection considering how long I've been in the hobby.
My friend Chuck Dandelet got me interested in beer cans when I was 10, after he started a collection with the help of his cousin from Cincinnati. My old man had a fit, but I persisted. Later I found a book at the library called "The Beer Can," written by members of the Beer Can Collectors of America. I learned from reading it that my hometown had a brewery at one time and it produced beer cans. From that moment forward, nothing was going to keep me out of the hobby, not even my dad blowing his stack. When I told my parents about my amazing discovery, they had some bad news: the brewery had been torn down some years ago.
Not long after showing the book to Chuck, we were out one day hunting for cans and he found a West Virginia Light flat top [gold bands] under about 6 inches of snow. He busted my chops the rest of the day! Soon all our friends started collecting and it got really competitive.
West Virginia Light flat top, identical to Chuck Dandelet's can.
We had considerable success hunting for beer cans as kids, particularly at the Lover's Lane dump, located on a steep hillside about 2 miles from where we lived. I still have a lot of the cans I found there. Repeated attempts to revisit the dump in late 2005 and early 2006 proved to be fruitless. The cans are still there, but they're buried under fallen trees, glass, and years of growth. The amount of broken bottles there is staggering, but "staggering" is not something you want to do around all that glass, 90% of which is hidden just below the surface. With the hillside as steep as it is, the possibility of serious injury is increased ten-fold. One wrong move and you could be sliced to shreds! We may try to go there again soon but my music career normally keeps me too busy to do things like that.
I have enough display space for 3,000 beer cans. I can't imagine displaying too many more than that. Somewhere along the line, every serious collector is forced to answer the age-old question: How many cans are enough? While some make a conscious decision to impose limits on size, others are in full-on expansion mode 24/7. For many though, the best choice is to "control" the growth, like branching out into other types of breweriana; or narrowing the focus to one or more areas of specialization - such as a local brewery, relative to the space they have available.
With lots of room to grow at this point, my answer to the question above is more schizophrenic. I've imposed a limit on size (3,000), and yet I've got a long way to go before I reach that milestone, so I'm always in the mood to add more cans. I've also chosen to "stunt" the collection's growth by focusing on hard-to-get breweriana from the Fesenmeier and Little Switzerland breweries, as well as beer cans from the 1930s, 40s and 50s, with their superior label-graphics and sturdy construction. Although I have many fine examples of cans from this time period, the majority of mine were produced from the early 1960s through the late 1980s. Filling out the remainder of my space with the older cans will give the collection some much needed balance.
Micro Brewed Beer in Cans
This has turned out to be yet another area in which my collection is slowly expanding. As the craft beer movement continues to grow, many micro brewers have chosen to use cans as the primary vessel in which to bring their grog to the masses. In the face of opposition from craft beer aficionados who frown at seeing their favorite beverage in cans, small companies are producing the most beautiful label-designs to appear on store shelves in decades, creating a coast-to-coast renaissance of sorts for the beleaguered beer can.
MY BEER CANS
Photos taken approx. 2014. Updates coming soon.
When I lived in Dublin, OH there was virtually unlimited space for my collection. This changed drastically when I moved to a smaller house in Mt. Lebanon, PA. The ceiling in the beer room is only about 7 feet. This in itself was not an issue. But the previous owners had the house for 29 years and they added some nice touches that I wanted to keep, including the chair rail in the basement where the collection resides. So I had to cut one row off of each shelving unit and eliminate two other units entirely. I also had to temporarily eliminate 150 or so cans. They are in the attic awaiting new shelves and recently took a backseat to my micro-brew and craft cans as you'll read below. In the main beer room pictured here, I chose to alphabetize by brand. Half-quarts and odd 12oz. are also done this way.
MEANWHILE - After I got a hammer drill I was able to reclaim two shelving units holding about 140 cans, and these were added to my "Laundry Room / Brewery" so I could display my micro-brew and craft cans. I'm alphabetizing these according the brewery. The reason is simple. In the past, commercial breweries usually focused on a single flagship brand for the majority of their output. The craft brewing revolution changed all that. Today a typical brewery produces a whole range of beers. Micro and craft cans look so much better and more cohesive when arranged by brewery so I went with that. (Updated Photos Coming Soon).
Best Collecting Memories
My favorite collecting memories come from my childhood. This is due in large part to the amount of time I had to spend on the hobby back then; walking the roadsides, rummaging through dumps, nagging my folks to buy a certain beer in order to get a desired can, etc. I have a few more of these that I'll add in the future.
1. Finding my first cone top (pictured here). I was 11 years old and it was about lunch-time on an overcast and somewhat warm Christmas Eve. My friend Kevin Conn and I crawled through an open window into the basement of a mausoleum in a nearby cemetery. After finding several old beer bottles, many of them from Fesenmeier, I started looking for cans. It was really dark in there but I managed to find two Duquesne "Can-o'-Beer" cones, definitely not the prettiest beer can in the world but I didn't care.To say I was elated is an understatement. I gave one to Kevin and kept the other. We went back a few years later with the permission of the caretaker (my friend Steve Sumpter's dad) and came away with four Hudephol cone tops.
2. Visiting MarK C. Ferguson's (BCCA # 5836) house in Huntington with my oldest brother, Ernie and his girlfriend. Mark was highly regarded in the BCCA back then. It was a bit like meeting a rock star. I drank my first beer there, a Sparkling Champale in the green can which I still have. I also came home with a bunch of cans for my collection and all of these I still have.
3. Finding the Lover's Lane dump. We hit it about 20 times over several years and probably didn't even make a dent in it.
4. Going to Martha's Vineyard as a kid for the first time with my parents and visiting Al's Package Store "Liquors, Wines, & Beers" in Edgartown. I was in heaven. Suddenly, here was a bunch of beer you couldn't get in West Virginia! We bought a six of Milwaukee brand beer, and some loose cans: Narragansett, Rheingold, and Schaefer Cream Ale among others. Al was always there back in those days. He was intrigued that I was so young and yet I collected beer cans. He let me have as many decals with the store's name on them as I wanted; being the savvy businessman of course! The decal pictured here is plastered on one of my guitar cases.
5. The day I got my Zodiac Malt Liquor can (pictured here). My Mom and I were in downtown Huntington and we walked past this car that had a strange beer can dangling from the rear view mirror on a string. There was a fake cheese wedge on the end of the string and it was stuffed down into the opening of the can. We left a note on the car and walked down the street, when all of a sudden, the owners of the car came back. It was three or four black guys and they were reading the note as they got in the car. We walked back and told them we had left the note. They got a big kick out of me and gave me the can. Today it sits proudly on my shelf.
6. Going with my Parents to the local beer distributors to get signs to augment my collection. A faint smell of beer and cardboard pleasantly permeated the air. The people were always friendly and never let me leave empty-handed. I still have most of the signs.
The Lover's Lane Dump