This tin showed up at my mom’s house when I was a teenager. It sat on a small coffee table in my mom’s living room. She kept some orange and yellow artificial flowers in it and leaned the top against the side of the opened tin.
I didn’t think much about it for years. I thought it was just something she’d seen somewhere and liked it, or someone had given it to her.
I don’t remember when the subject of its origin came up, but I’m glad it did.
The tin was my maternal grandfather’s biscuit tin. He was a farmer, so he was out in the fields from sun-up nearly to sundown. He needed a snack to carry him between breakfast and dinner, and again between dinner and supper.
Everyday my grandmother packed a snack into the tin, and my grandfather carried it off with him to the fields. She packed a second snack into it before he headed back out after dinner.
My mom said one of the things he carried was a biscuit with jelly. I’m sure that was tasty because my grandma made awesome jelly.
Where had it been?
Where was the tin before it showed up when I was a teenager, you might wonder. My mom said that one of her brother’s had it for years, and when he passed away the tin made its way to my mom. When my mom passed away many years later, it came to live with me.
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