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The Cookie Jar My brother and I went out of state to visit relatives. We stayed with our Aunt...as I have found out, quite a character! The 3 of us were standing in the kitchen talking and I kept looking at a Quaker Oats box on top of her refrigerator. I thought it was too shiny to just be an oatmeal box. I asked her if that was a cookie jar and she reached up and brought it down saying no it was Uncle Paul! My brother and I stood there and I'm thinking, huh? She opened it and said here are his ashes, do you want to see and there is a great story to go with it. Naturally I wanted to see but my brother kept saying NO, haha. My cousin saw a contest on the computer to give the best reason why you should win a Quaker Oats Cookie Jar. She quickly typed an entry saying, My Dad ate oatmeal every single day and it was always Quaker Oats, he made oatmeal cookies often and only used Quaker Oats, he had donated his body to a college and when they were finished with his body, they cremated him and sent the ashes to her Mom and she thought it would be a great place to keep his ashes. She submitted it. Time passed and she hadn't heard anything. She thought since it was almost the end of the contest it was too late. One day my Aunt received a big heavy box, opened it and there was a cookie jar! My Aunt called my cousin and said, "You won the cookie jar"! On Thanksgiving she put 2 cups of "Uncle Paul" in bags, tied them with a ribbon and put them at each of her 4 's places. To remember their Dad! She kept the remainder in the cookie jar. Believe me...he would have loved knowing that is where he wound up! |
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5/15/2006 11:01 am |
I guess no one ever got caught with their hands in the cookie jar after that did they.....lol
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5/15/2006 11:08 am |
I think this is a sweet story and I loved it. I am off to see the Beezer, he sends you one big hug! love moony
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5/15/2006 12:03 pm |
Ann, What a wonderful story, I enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing it. God Bless You, Hugs and Smiles~Pam   and  ~Pam & SunshinePain & suffering are inevititable, but misery is optional.
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5/15/2006 2:07 pm |
Abelle...Great story. Loved it. When I was a a kid, my dad ate Quaker Oatmeal and all us kids had to eat it also . When I left home at 18 1/2 years old. promised I would never eat it again. and I didn't. but got one brother, whom still eats it every day. I just don't understand it. Take Care. Ray
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Leah, would like to see a response. Ann
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6/5/2006 3:40 pm |
That's a great yarn. One of the greats of a club I belong to died and left the request that half of his ashes be strewn outside the club by members. We carried out his wishes (and ashes) during a big party (not related to his death), accompanied by a Dixieland quintet from the band at the party--a dirge going out and "When the Saints Go Marchin' In" returning to the club. Unforgettable to his son, grandkids, old club friends, and an absorbed and growing cluster of passersby. Oldbookiex
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