Yes, I did it, I broke the cookie jar. I am heart broken. The thing is, this was not just a cookie jar...it was 31 years of memories. Florence Sulzle was always busy, always baking, and 9 times out of 10 it was cookies. My love of the change of seasons stems from her, which she passed along to mom, then me, and hopefully I will to Glenn. With each season the cookie jar was filled with something different. Currently in the fall it would have been filled with applesauce cookies with a simple white frosting, by December she would be filling it with big round sugar cookies that us kids would decorate in an assortment of green, red and white frosting with as many sprinkles as we could mix up. What a sight that was every cold winter day until Christmas! The next moths brought chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin (never really a kids favorite by the way) and by spring it was back to sugar cookies to be decorated for Easter. By summer the jar was filled with "no-bake" cookies so she didn't have to use the oven and heat up the house. Then by harvest time we were back to Applesauce cookies again. The jar represented so much more than a simple storage container. It was opened up for a small hand when a knee was scraped, when a report card had a high grade, when one "just couldn't sleep", when I wasn't invited to the popular girls slumber party, and when my boyfriend of two years broke up with me...yes even at age 16 that jar had "magic".
She gave me the jar the year I got married. I had plans of Carrying on the tradition, looking forward to Glenn climbing off the school bus and running in straight to the jar as we discussed all his adventures over a glass of milk.
So, next time you see me on the junking trail, you know what I am in search of...But thank goodness I already have what I "need".