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As far back as I can remember my mom has collected mason jars. A permanent childhood memory is that of coming home from school and being welcomed by the light twinkling through the glass of the mason jars that lined every window sill. 9 years ago I (the baby of the family) graduated from high school. My mom got remarried and it was time to pack up the mason jars and move on. The jars graced a shelf in my mom's house until just recently when my step-dad passed away.
My mom decided that it would be easier to start brand new, as she would be moving into a one bedroom apartment. She wanted everything gone... sorted out between the siblings. There was alot of things, alot of stuff, but the bottles were not things or stuff, to me they mean love, and childhood and mommy, and all of the warm and comfortable feelings of home.
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I made it out with about 10 jars. I love to look at them, each one is different, and beautiful in it's own right. Just like people, many are old and very unique, but they all have a story to tell, if we are just willing to listen. Thanks for the memories mommy. and most of all thanks for the LOVE. 
5 comments:
It's like looking back in time. Love it!!!
That is so cool that you got them. I love things that make you think of home and love and life!
Awww I'm so glad that you got to keep some! I'm sure you'll treasure them for a long time to come.
It must be a sister thing, because Lolly has a collection of bottles, not mason jars, but still a collection. How nice that you are able to have those memories of home, with something fun to decorate.
@ Lynette--
You're adorable. :) Don't you worry, there are definitely a few people who were totally awesome and you're definitely one! I rather enjoyed my visiting teaching ladies and partner too, but it was "other" stuff. :)
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