I really doubt this cookie jar ever held any cookies. It was much too special for that. It did, however, hold a very important place in my mom’s kitchen. I remember it sitting on the counter in Mom’s 1950s kitchen with its red and white vinyl chairs and metal table—-the kind they call “retro” now.
I didn’t know until I was much older that the cookie jar was a wedding gift to my Mom and Dad from Mom’s sister, Lois. Shortly after Mom and Dad were married, Lois was killed in a motorcycle accident when she was just 18 years old. I don’t think my Mom has ever recovered from this tragic loss. She abhors motorcycles to this day and she is 91 years old. When my brother and I were growing up, we knew the thrill of a motorcycle ride would not be something we experienced. Mom made that very clear. There was a time I did take a spin with my boyfriend who had a Honda. I was 17. Even though my Dad had given me permission to go for a ride, I resolved to never do that again. I just felt too guilty about deceiving my Mom.
I was often told by family members when I was young that I reminded them of Lois. They said I resembled her in appearance, but also there were similarities in our personalities. Apparently she was very outgoing and always smiling, laughing and teasing others. I was honored to be compared to Lois. She was nicknamed “Shirley” by some folks because she looked a lot like Shirley Temple. I find it interesting that years later, we were often told by others how much our youngest daughter, Megan, looked like Shirley Temple.
I was very pleased when my mother insisted I take the cookie jar. Now the Mickey Mouse cookie jar resides in my kitchen. Its a bit blemished by age and also because my Mom was a very clean person. Dad told me, a few years back, Mom had worn off some of the paint on Mickey with her obsessive cleaning. She kept a very clean house. Welcome to our kitchen, Mickey. You might not find it quite as spic and span as your previous home, but you will be treasured in your special place in our kitchen.