tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613556700116341293.post1096397088301917668..comments2023-06-26T05:49:40.252-04:00Comments on Allfurrycritters: Cowboy CookiesClaudia Condiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06428880113459923927noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613556700116341293.post-58677962416169538312009-12-15T22:08:42.775-05:002009-12-15T22:08:42.775-05:00I have NOTHING from my childhood. Not one thing. I...I have NOTHING from my childhood. Not one thing. I guess that's because I grew up in Jersey City in a tiny apartment they called "railroad rooms." No closets. Our clothes hung on the back of the doors. Very tiny. Maybe that's why I'm sentimental about old things. I blogged about it, how it makes me sad to see people's stuff in antique stores and I think about the stories behind these things. Who loved it, why was it brought to an antique shop... Anyway, I found a cookie jar like that in a Dumpster. Not a scratch on it. I'll have to fill it with some of those cookies. They sound delicious!Greener Pastures--A City Girl Goes Countryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05448845964131250749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613556700116341293.post-61869903345832633072009-12-15T09:27:01.396-05:002009-12-15T09:27:01.396-05:00I love sentimental pieces like that. I have severa...I love sentimental pieces like that. I have several pieces from my childhood, one being a Santa fireplace broom. It's fun to watch my children play with it like I did.Clementinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08745982305618408952noreply@blogger.com