Pack Rat, thats me, it's genetic. Thanks Mom! I think.
I haven't seen most of these jars, since 1985, at least that is what the newspaper wrapping is dated, I'd say that is just about right. I thought I got rid of them, now I'm glad I put them in storage.
Some contain the ash from Mt.Saint Helens when it erupted in Washington state. I will never forget that day, and the weeks following. I lived on the north side of Portland Oregon, about a 90 min drive to the mountian. I remember the sound of the ash falling. The ash drifted in the curbs, everything was dusted with ash for a very long time. When I unpack, the dust of memories are welcome, a bit of time travel. I will share other old friends in time. I used to make dolls, and managed to save some of them. They are glad to breath again, and check out the new digs.
I even remember getting the rusty coffee pot at a sale, still marked fifty cents. I know you understand the deal there. I don't call this the Rustic Victorian for nothing. Ok, back to the mess I just made, and cleaning up the jars a bit. I am having way more fun than I deserve.
More to come!