Most of us remember, from childhood, a container made of ceramic, glass, or tin, where our favourite cookies could be found. Admit it; thinking of that vessel can create a sense of comfort and anticipation even decades later.

In the past, a spare cookie jar might have kept the egg money safe for emergencies, hidden a key to the liquor cabinet, or sheltered some romantic reading.

To me, the cookie jar represents a safe place for our secret feelings. I have always kept a journal and filed away bits of history and interesting trivia. In From the Cookie Jar, I will be sharing recipes, ideas, and memories gathered over decades.

I met my husband over fifty years ago, and I wrote two books about his misadventures growing up in the fifties and sixties. In the Get a Bigger Wagon books he is known only as the boy. In From the Cookie Jar, I will occasionally share a story about “the girl.” She dealt with a bully, survived a house fire, and was an expert at riding a motor cycle sidesaddle.

Today, if you’d like to contribute to my cookie jar, tell me about the items your mother or grandmothers hid in theirs?


Comments (9)

  • Constance Muir October 23, 2019 at 04:16 pm

    Hi Maureen!
    First of all, I'd like to say that I'm so grateful for finding your blog. My greatest memory of my childhood was a big cream colour tin with a copper colour lid that was marked sugar in Cooper writing and in it was money that my father use to put inside before leaving to go out of town for work so that my mother could take my brother and myself to Woolworths department store. Wonderful memories lol.

  • Jackie Webley April 8, 2019 at 10:59 am

    I grew up in the UK and moved to Canada in 2005, and it’s reading your cookie jar that has bought memories back for me, my nan had this amazing tin and she kept buttons in there, she had collected them over the years all different shapes, colours and sizes, I used to love looking through this tin as quite a lot of the buttons you couldn’t get, she never seemed to use them, but would always say you never know when you might need one hahaha. I would be amused for hours, great memories

  • Diane Ramey December 28, 2013 at 09:59 am

    Wonderful, wonderful idea Maureen. Thank you! An opportunity to recall and share simpler pleasures. Reading made me remember my great grandmother's apron pocket . . . She wore one of the loose, wrapped cotton aprons, faded over years of use, edges bound in blue. Even now, thirty years later, I can see her hard working hands (that gardened, split wood for her wood stove, cooked and baked, knitted and crocheted, that were never still), gnarled with time and ropy veins, trembling slightly with age, reach into that pocket for a peppermint - they were always there. . . Thank you for giving me time to stop and remember!

  • Raylene Kershaw June 26, 2013 at 02:20 pm

    My Grandma didn't have a cookie jar at her house on the farm, but something which I held in a similar high regard as a youngster. In a cupboard on a shelf just about out of reach of her fingertips, was the gum jar. It was a clear plastic jar with a lid just like a Tupperware juice jug. She would reach that fantastic jar down and hand it over me and my four siblings, our eyes wide with delight. I can still remember the full bodied scent of the grape and regular flavoured Hubba Bubba bubblegum that would roll out to greet us. Each of us would have full bulging cheeks as we chewed on the full piece we were given. No matter when we happened by, that jar always had two full packages of bubble gum waiting for us. I'm sure your cookie jar Maureen will have many delicious treats as well. I look forward to it.

  • Marion Murawsky June 4, 2013 at 08:59 pm

    I love it Maureen!!!

  • Marion Murawsky June 4, 2013 at 08:58 pm

    I love it Maureen!!!

  • Nicole Haddock Kozar May 31, 2013 at 10:14 pm

    In my house, all things wonderful came in a beautiful, well-loved, red and gold tin. Over the years, it accumulated dents and dings, but still it stood embracing lovely treats inside. I hope I will someday inherit the tin so my children can covett the treats within.

    My last memory of that tin was when my mom brought a huge bag of delicious goodies to the hospital just after I had given birth to my son. My heart leapt when I pulled out the red tin! My husband asked what I thought might be in it. I replied, "Well, it must be good! It's in the red tin!"

    I love you, Mom:) Thanks for all the yummy memories!

  • Valerie Hamilton May 30, 2013 at 06:37 pm

    Love the website. Thanks for sending the link to Bill so he could share it. Look forward to reading more. Cheers

  • Carmen McCrea May 28, 2013 at 09:35 pm

    Hi Maureen! This looks great :) Love the idea!

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