Dragonfly’s Favorites: A Memory and a Cookie Jar
My dad’s parents, Grandmother and Granddaddy, lived on a dairy farm. Over the years, they also raised crops which included cotton. Both my parents picked cotton while growing up in rural Tennessee. They also had a huge vegetable garden. In addition to the okra, tomatoes, green beans, peas and greens, Granddaddy would also plant lots of sweet corn. He always said that he planted extra corn, just for me.
This post is not about cotton picking or sweet corn, but cows. Over the years, Grandmother’s kitchen collected many cow related items…calendars, refrigerator magnets, towels, pictures. One day while browsing some antique shops I found this:
Isn’t it sweet? A cow cookie jar, with a familiar straw sun hat, and overalls. I just had to buy it. I thought I would give it to Grandmother for Christmas. It sat on her kitchen counter for years, and there would almost always be goodies inside. That is until the Alzheimer’s started winning.
It was well into her Alzheimer’s battle when she looked around her kitchen and said “I don’t like cows. I don’t know why everyone insisted on buying me cows!”
After she passed, the cookie jar came back to me. I don’t keep goodies in it, but every time I see it I hear Grandmother’s voice “I don’t like cows…” and smile.
