As I grew older I began to appreciate my family history and started to ask questions. This house belonged to my grandfathers parents. They had a daughter that never married and after they passed Aunt Cora lived there alone. She lived there until she was no longer able to live alone and then she moved in with her sister (my great-grandmother). Not long after Aunt Cora passed away (in 1960) so did her brother-in-law (my great- grand dad). For reasons no one knows my great-grandmother never did anything with the house. I asked why my grandparents did nothing and mom said that it wasn't their place.
Mom told me that as a child she and her siblings use to play in the house. The cellar was full of canned goods, there were old records that they use to play with and then break (gasp!) and even some furniture.
On a recent trip back to Virgina my parents went to visit the old home place. Aunt Cora's house has been bulldozed and this is all that is left.
Saying I was giddy when I saw these is an understatement! If these jars could talk imagine all of tales they could tell. I will certainly treasure these jars.
I hope you are taking time to enjoy the simple moments!