'Grandma's Cookie Jar'
My grandmother's cookie jar sat on a shelf in our cupboard. None of the smaller hands in our home could reach it, but it didn't really matter because there were seldom any cookies in that jar anyway.
Steeped in the long ago culture of being a farmer's wife, Grandma struggled with the lifestyle. Oh she loved the animals (especially the baby ones) on the farm, and her own little piece of heaven was her raspberry patch, where she could spend hours among the prickly branches and away from noisy children. But while one usually thinks of a farmer's wife as that apron-clad woman who could spend hours cooking and baking wonderful and delicious recipes, nothing could have been further from the truth. Don't misunderstand. Grandma could cook and bake like nobody's business, she just didn't want to ...
Which leads me back to her cookie jar, which was usually filled with anything but cookies. Thumbtacks, rubber bands, an extension cord, some labels off some cans or jars she was collecting for some benevolent cause, S&H Green Stamps, jacks, a squirt gun she confiscated ... the list of what lived at one time or another in her cookie jar was endless — minus the cookies.
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