Honey Jar

This afternoon, when I visited Mom, she gave me her "honey jar".  She had told me about it a few weeks ago, but couldn't remember where she had put it.  I never knew the story behind the "honey jar" until now.  Here it is:

She said that in 1937, daddy was cutting timber with some other men.  In the process, they cut down a bee tree.  The owner gave jars to any of the men who wanted some of the honey.  This jar is the one daddy brought home filled with the golden goodness.  Mom said she hadn't kept up with too many things since 1937, but she had kept up with this jar.  She said she had used it for canning garden produce and loved to put beets in it because they looked so pretty in the unusual jar.  

Now, it's mine.  We will put honey in it and I will display it on the top of Hazel's pie safe.  Such precious memories of days and lives gone by.  Hopefully, the jar can be kept safe for another 77 years.  Or more.