A Box of Jars
Just a box of jars.
When I was growing up, my grandparents lived in the house my parents live in now. What is now my parents’ bedroom was my grandmother’s stock room, where she stored goods she canned and the Stanley home products she sold. There were also fabric scraps and assorted other quilting and sewing supplies. One advantage of being close to my parents, who live in a house where so many vegetables were pickled and/or canned, is access to beautiful old jars. We brought a box back today with jars we’ll clean and fill with dried goods, sundries, and whatnots.
