When I was in elementary school, I lived part-time with my Grandma Tunie. She was actually my great-grandmother and she was almost exactly 60 years older than me. I always say living with her is what made me so weird. She kept this cookie jar on her table and there were always cookies in there for me whenever I came home from school or later on, whenever I visited. She passed away in 1999 and when my grandmother asked me if there was anything of Grandma Tunie's that I would like to have, the cookie jar was the first thing I thought of. It now sits proudly in my china cabinet as a reminder never to forget my roots.