My mother died on Mother’s Day. I was only a child when she died. It’s been over forty years now, but I still miss her. I suppose that as long as I am on this earth, I always will.
How many “cookie jars” are there in our lives? How many things, as insignificant as a ceramic cookie jar, in light of eternity, separate us from fellowship with God? How much does a lack of forgiveness keep us from fellowship with other people?
Years later, I was in the kitchen with my wife, Amanda. She said, “I want to get a cookie jar for the kitchen counter.” When she said that, I told her about Momma’s cookie jar and what it meant to me. Amanda lovingly asked, “Why don’t we try to find one just like it?” I thought that was a great idea. So, we logged on to eBay and ordered a cookie jar identical to Momma’s.
When I think back on that time, which I inevitably do every year around Mother’s Day, one thing sticks out in my mind. I remember on the day my mother died, family members came to our home and divided up her things. Everybody wanted a family heirloom following Momma’s death. Since I was just a child, I was left out. Nothing of my mother’s was given to me. There was, however, one item that I really wanted – Momma’s cookie jar.
The cookie jar was nothing special. It wasn’t an antique. It wasn’t valuable. But, like a treasure chest, so many of my most precious childhood memories were locked away inside the cookie jar. Momma always kept my favorite treats inside – Nutter Butters, Nilla Wafers, Nabisco Famous Cookies, Keebler Cremes, and my all-time favorite – Momma’s Homemade Snickerdoodles. We didn’t have much money and times were tough when I was a kid, but there were always delicious goodies in Momma’s cookie jar.
A few months went by and my cousin came to visit. She noticed the cookie jar and asked about it. I said, “It’s a replacement for the one Momma had when I was growing up.” I didn’t know it, but my cousin had the original at her house. Not long after, she gave it to me.
“ For if ye forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you: But if ye forgive not men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.” Matthew 6:14-15
The Lord Jesus Christ once said, “But if ye forgive not men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses” (Matthew 6:15). For years, I refused to forgive a relative for something as silly as a cookie jar. Besides, my aunt didn’t even know that I wanted it in the first place. Looking back now, I realize how childish I was to be so angry and upset. Too many years were wasted being out of fellowship with God and family. Too many years were wasted living in a state of bitterness and unforgiveness.
I watched as an aunt walked out the door with the cookie jar. I thought, “That should be mine. I hate her for taking it.” As time passed, those feelings grew, and I resented her. So, I avoided my aunt. One of the few family ties in my life was broken over a cookie jar.
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Metlox of California, maker of the popular Little Red Riding Hood jar, and the Abingdon Pottery of Illinois, maker of the Mother Goose jar series are two other companies whose jars collectors seek.
Collectors love McCoy cookie jars, for example. The company, based in Roseville, Ohio, produced cookie jars from about 1939 until 1987. Their first jar–the “Mammy,” made to resemble a jolly black woman from the Old South, complete with bandana and apron–is today one of the most valuable. McCoy also turned out an assortment of fruit and vegetable jars, and most are embossed with McCoy on the bottom.
The golden age of American cookie jars got underway in 1940. And by the middle of the decade, many makers became inspired by popular cartoon and comic book characters of the day–Superman, Mickey Mouse, Winnie the Pooh, Dumbo, and Woody Woodpecker, to name a few.
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As the end of the 1930s decade dawned, most manufacturers were producing ceramic cookie jars, and at the same time experimenting with innovative forms and designs and decorative motifs. Cookie jars appeared in figural shapes resembling fruits and vegetables, birds and animals, and fairy tale characters such as Little Red Riding Hood.
The Brush Pottery Company of Zanesville, Ohio, produced the first ceramic cookie jar, in green and with the word “Cookies” painted on the front. The company marked their jars with “Brush USA” on the bottom. By the mid-1930s, stoneware became the favored material for making American cookie jars.
The worst place for damage is where the top of the jar touches the bottom. Cookie jar collectors routinely inspect all edges for chips, often running their fingers over a rim to feel a shallow chip that may not be visible after quick inspection. And because a small interior chip cannot be seen when the jar is closed, it has much less of an effect on the jar’s value than one on the exterior.
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