Cookie Jars of Childhood
Posted by delaney1019 | Filed under Uncategorized
The cookie jar of my husband’s childhood was a brown cow which someone gave to his mother. Since they lived on a dairy farm, it had seemed an appropriate gift. She, too, kept it filled with cookies for those eight boys who came in hungry from the barn. The grandchildren later looked for cookies in the “brown cow” whenever they visited “The Farm.” One of the granddaughters now has it in a place of honor in her home for her children to enjoy. Another cookie jar my mom had was given to her by Cousin Ina when this relative moved to an assisted living home. It was yellow, with basket weave and leaves on the outside. When the “big apple” overflowed, Mother stored cookies here. The cookie jar that will fill my grandchildren’s memories is a Pillsbury Doughboy my daughter acquired by saving Doughboy points. When you lift the hat off, a few musical notes sound out. So no little hands can snitch cookies without mom being aware.
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