Monday, February 2, 2015

Things I Love - Grandmother's Honey Jar

When I was a kid my parents shipped my siblings and I off to my Grandparent's house for at least a weeks time during several different summers. My Grandparents lived a six hour drive south of our home on a 32 acre property in Indiana. Because of the long drive (and my parents having four young kids to not want to travel with) we didn't see my Grandparent's very often. Our summers spent at their house live vividly in my memory.

There were two fabulous ponds on their property, the larger one for fishing in and the smaller one for swimming in. My brother's and I swam like fish so we spent a good deal of time in the ponds. The ponds were filled with fish and tree stumps (the only thing I ever remember snagging with my line) and hovered with dragon flies. My Grandparents always had a large vegetable garden next to the house. My grandpa had a work shed behind the garden that always smelled of saw dust where he did carpentry projects. At dusk fire flies filled the air. I'm pretty sure that the fire flies were my absolute favorite thing about Indiana. They were so magical. My brother's and I tried to catch them but we didn't want to kill them and smear them on us like other kids would do. We'd just catch them for the fun of it and then let them go so they could continue to glow.

I was in love with my Grandparent's property. We lived in the city and they lived in what seemed to be their very own fairy tale land. To me 32 acres of wonderful wilderness was a city of it's own. I'm almost certain that my love of nature began in Indiana at my Grandparent's house. I was in love with their house too. It always smelled of Indiana clay, the cigars my Grandpa smoked in the garage, and cooked carrots. My Grandmother who sewed, gardened, and cooked non-stop was always in one of three locations related to these tasks. I remember her mostly in the kitchen though. It was connected to their garage so the kitchen smelled always of a strong mix of the clay, cigars, and carrots.

In the center of their kitchen table was always this fabulous little honey jar shaped like a bee hive with a tiny metal honey bee set on top. We would eat breakfast in the kitchen but the other meals were eaten at the table in the screen room. Breakfast was more laid back and I don't remember being scolded for bad manors or my brother's getting a stern talking to from my Grandpa for wearing their baseball caps to the table. In truth I loved and still look back fondly on how proper my Grandparent's were but we weren't scolded at the kitchen table so it remains a more friendly place in my mind than the dinner table in the screen room.

The honey jar is one of those child hood things that my little self was absolutely in love with for whatever reason. I don't remember ever touching it or even if I ever saw it used by anyone but I loved it dearly. My Grandparents sold the house in Indiana when I was about 12 years old. My Grandpa died during the move. My Grandmother moved into a house directly next door to us to be near my mom who had just gone through the bad divorce. When my Grandmother passed over a decade later and the many many relatives were going through her things I grabbed the honey jar before anyone even had a chance to discuss it (or notice it). I took a few odd little things in this manner and felt a bit like a thief but I just had to have it. I doubt anyone ever loved it as much as me (at least in my mind this is the case). It currently lives in my baking cupboard. I haven't ever used it; I think because I don't want to create new memories with it. I want it to remain what it was, but maybe it deserves to be used. Either way it is one of the things in my home that I really truly love. It is a little bee hive shaped jar, the color of honey, with a tiny metal honey bee set on top that instantly brings me back to childhood summers spent in paradise in Indiana with my very English Grandmother and very American Grandpa. There's not many things more valuable than that.


11 comments:

  1. Great post-I can see all you describe. If you have a need to use the pot, I would say go for it. Think of new memories for your kids and grandkids being made while hearing you tell what your memories. It is a sweet keeper of stories.

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    1. I like that, "a sweet keeper of stories." What an excellent title. Thank-you

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  2. Ah, the things that take us back! Lovely memories, Rivulet

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    1. After writing this I'm looking around my house and realizing that all of my absolute most prized possessions are items that belonged to my Grandpa and Grandmother, and all items that used to live in their Indiana home. I think my happiest childhood memories were with them. I'm glad to have those memories!

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  3. What a sweet post! I have never seen anything like that honey jar- it is wonderful! I am so glad that you have those special memories of your grandparents and your time with them. Maybe you could display it somewhere. I have a nice little soup crock that a relative gave me many years ago and I had never used it, but I loved it. I decided one day that, although I didn't use it for the purpose it was meant for, I would put it out on the table to display. Somewhere along the way this became our sugar bowl. I just refill it when it gets low and I enjoy the delight it brings to me to have it displayed and used.

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    1. Thank-you. I like the idea of displaying it somewhere. I don't really keep things on display. I think growing up in a home where everything and anything was so easily damaged, ruined, and discarded I secretly fear putting valuable things out, like this glass jar. Thus I hadn't actually thought to even have it out. Good idea!

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  4. How wonderful to have things with such memories!!! I hope my kids have those same memories of some of the things in our home. I told my kids when I'm gone the only thing I really care about them taking care of are my cats (live ones) and I collect original Nancy Drew books and I want my daughter to take those because I am pretty sure my son would put them on ebay :) Other than that, they can duke it out over everything else or drop it off at Goodwill....up to them.

    I think my daughter will be more sentimental than my son but I guess at that point I won't really care :) I just hope there is something that means as much to them as the honey pot does to you!

    Sue :)

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    1. Hm, I wonder what of my mom's things I would cherish; that's an interesting thought. My mom doesn't have much stuff that makes me think of her... strange childhood I guess. The Nancy Drew collection sounds really neat; good thought leaving that to your daughter. My brothers would both sell something like that as well :)

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