The cookie jar was Gramma’s but it was Aunt Connie who saw that it stayed filled with delicious cookies. Homemade! Not those lousy store bought things they call cookies. Aunt Connie was a fabulous baker. She used to make poticia every Christmas and Easter and sell it at the grocery store where I worked in highschool. And every Easter she put together, for every family, a tray wrapped with cellophane. Inside were either a bunny or lamb cake, and lots of candy and homemade cookies. I really miss that.
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