When I found this old scale last summer it was in a very rusty state, even too rusty for a rust-lover like myself. I tucked it away as a later project and only remembered it recently. Marty got all excited to discover I had an old grain scale just like one his dad had when he was young. From there, it didn't take much to get Marty working on it and have it ready for the shop.
There are more jars filled with goodies, and some pretty neat vintage packaging if I don't mind saying so myself.
The Frozen Charlottes and broken bits have found a home in the shop now too.