While cleaning off our breakfast bar, I found the jars my Aunt J packaged up for me (later sent by my Uncle after she passed). They were tucked behind photos. I kept them all the way packaged them except for the one that had candy in it, which of course I ate. The other jars have teabags, popcorn and buttons.
In conversation with my daughter K, she advised me that we can't keep everything, and sometimes we need to change things.
The story about the jar, is that I sent her jars of jam. She packaged and intended to return my jars filled with goodies. She was the best snail mail buddy I ever had.
I used to send her the funniest stuff around Halloween for her grand kids.
So....the jars will be emptied and the buttons saved for something. The jars will go back into rotation for canning again, but Aunt J will not be forgotten.
4 comments:
Kristina...That is a great story. And it reminded me of my much loved Aunt Em, who gave me a jar of her homemade dill pickles for my birthday, with the the instructions to eat them all myself, knowing how much I loved her pickles. She was one in a million!
Oh my goodness Vicki, she sounds like my Aunt J!
How sweet! I very much miss snail mail. The only thing we get in our mailbox now is junk mail.
Debi, same here, all junk mail. I miss snail mail a lot.
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