Milk Glass Eye Cup

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The other day there was something in my eye and I needed to get it out – it hurt. I have (see photo above) an antique milk glass eye cup that belonged to my Dad. In a very short time my eye was in good shape but my Dad was in my head. He died years ago at the age of 86. He had an interesting life and enjoyed life. As a young man he was an apprentice to his uncle who was an optician. He learned everything he could from his uncle and then started his own business. He made glasses. He worked with the glass and had machines to grind the glass and enjoyed his life working with glass. He retired when he was in his 70's. Before he retired he was hired to work one day a week for the General Electric Company in Schenectady, NY, making safety glasses for the GE. The Knolls Atomic Power Laboratory asked him to work with their employees who needed safety glasses. My dad loved working with both companies. When my dad started with The Atomic Power Co. he needed fingerprints for security and discovered he had none. He told me he had no idea he didn't have fingerprints but knew it was because he worked with glass all his life. The Atomic Power Co. scanning his eye for security. Dad's thoughts were “how good I could have been as a thief.... no fingerprints...” when he came home with the news. He was kidding but something to think about.