Another Cookie Jar Story
Posted by delaney1019 | Filed under Uncategorized
When I saw the big red apple cookie jar midst the jumble of belongings in the old farmhouse where I grew up, I realized it had survived the years since my childhood. The paint was worn in places where little hands had held it while removing the cover and reaching inside for treats. However, enough red and green and yellow remained that memories of childhood came flooding back. Those days when we four children rushed from the school bus to the kitchen we often were assailed by the aroma of freshly baked cookies. Those that remained after we had our fill before heading outside for chores, Mother placed in the cookie jar. Mother received the Big Apple one year for Christmas. I can’t remember who gave it to her, but it became one of those familiar sights in our kitchen.
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