Have time for a little story? I have some eggnog tea that's ever so good.
Myrtle Jones lived across the street from me, when we lived in our old house, in town. She was my surrogate grandmother. She had a red apple cookie jar like this one in her house. She kept gingersnap cookies in it and whenever I would visit with one of my dogs she would always take them out to the kitchen and give them a cookie.
When Myrtle passed away, her daughter had a garage sale. I went over and asked her if the red apple cookie jar was for sale. She told me no that she was giving it to one of her adult children.
About a year later I was wandering around in St. Vincent de Paul looking for a bargain when I spotted a red apple cookie jar. It looked exactly like the one Myrtle had even the little chip on the lid. Of course, I bought it.
I wondered if one of the adult children had decided it really didn't go with their decor and had donated it.
When we moved into our new house, the red apple cookie jar managed to get broken beyond repair. I was so sad. My husband suggested that I see if I could find another one on Ebay. I was in luck. I found one, purchased it and it arrived safe and sound and in mint condition.
It has sat on my counter since the day it arrived, each morning as I make my coffee or tea I think of Myrtle and her wisdom, her generosity and her loving nature.
One curious thing did happen. As I said the cookie jar and lid arrived in mint condition, not a scratch or chip. One night, while washing up the dishes I told my husband that I always knew it was a replacement because it didn't have the chip. It was ok but that thought just nagged at me. You know how that goes.
Later, in bed, we heard a loud noise come from the kitchen as if a plate had fallen out of the cupboard. We went out to the kitchen, turned on the light.
Cats and dog had been asleep with us. There on the counter, next to the cookie jar was the lid. And next to the lid was a little chip of red china.
When I put the lid back on the cookie jar it now had a chip exactly where Myrtle's jar had it's chip.
Now, I think about other things when I am making my coffee or tea.