Christmas was about fudge and cookies when I was growing up.Mom would start in November baking and freezing all to the goodies that we loved so much. Then, they were placed every year in this Dutch Boy Cookie Jar.I loved this old cookie jar, and low and behold, I found out about 15 years ago that my mom still had it. She knew how much I loved it, so she put my name on the bottom of it, meaning that when she passed, that it would be mine. It now proudly sits on top of my refrigerator, and is awaiting the cookies that will fill it this coming weekend. The old boy is still in perfect shape.I found out that it is an antique. It, however, is not for sale. Some memories just can't be bought.
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Cedar: "Antique"...oh,never mind I thought you were talking about yourself...ha. Get this, I actually went to a Post Falls High School game to watch the 'grand daughter' (at senior at Post Falls) of my date...Hmm. Made me think...I remember playing basketball and my parents being in the stands watching...no disrespect to them, but they were old as dirt at the time...at least from my perspective...what would I have thought about my parents parents being there watching too? Hmm.
When I was living in Seattle, there was a teller in the bank where the hotel banked. I kind of liked her, and was seriously thinking about asking her out. While i was making our deposit one day, we were chatting about earth colors on homes.I remarked about how in the seventies there were lots of earth colored homes. She said," yea, I am glad that I wasn't alive then". Whoops, so much for asking her out.
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