The Jam Jar Legacy: Un-Spring Cleaning for the Soul
The Heritage of "Someday" I come from a line of savers. I grew up in a house with Great Depression and WWII echoes, where a sturdy rubber band or a clean pasta jar wasn't trash—it was a resource. My Father was a young child during the Great Depression and my Mother was in her teens during WWII, hence junk drawers full of things that could be useful someday and saving things like empty glass jars. Amazingly my father did find use for some of his treasures in his junk draw and my mother would use the jars in her crafting hobbies. I understand that while their "someday" was about survival, my "today" is about breathing room . In many ways I am just like them, I save the rubberbands that come with the bunches of asparagus from the grocery store (which by the way I do use) and the extra screws that come with" ready-to-assemble furniture; but this Spring is about letting some of those things go (not the rubberbands). Not a jar, but a memory of Mom’...
