a house should have a cookie jar

Many years ago I happened upon this little poem, and I wrote it down. Where? or when? or from whom? I cannot even venture a guess at this point in time, but it has been in my collection for decades – and I’ll have to leave it at that. When my mom was a little girl she promised herself that when she grew up to be a ‘mommy’, she would ALWAYS have a cookie jar that was full of cookies. I can attest that we had a cookie jar when she was momming, and occasionally it had cookies in it. I on the other hand, made no such promise.

“A house should have a cookie jar for when its half past three
and children hurry home from school as hungry as can be
there’s nothing quite as splendid as spicy, fluffy ginger snaps and sweet milk in a cup.

A house should have a mother, waiting with a hug. No matter what a child brings home, a puppy or a bug
for children only loiter when the bell rings to dismiss
if no ones home to greet them with a cookie and a kiss. “

– annonymous

And that’s all I have to say about that.

But I’d love to hear your experiences with a cookie jar.

Warmly,

Cindy Suelzle



One Reply to “a house should have a cookie jar”

  1. I went looking for this little poem because I have a cookie jar that means so much to me and my, now adult, children. It was my grandmother’s, given to her by my uncle when he was a child, and the family lived in a small Italian village named Storo. I inherited it when Nana died and kept it filled with cookies, just as she did. One day, after school, my son, then six, wanted an extra cookie, that I had forbidden he have.
    He dropped the lid, which shattered, but the jar remained intact. It sits on my counter today, waiting to be passed down to him someday.

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