The Cookie Jar
I remember many things about my mother’s kitchen. It was so clean you could have eaten off of the floor. It had a pantry that was always well stocked. No matter where she lived, there was always something yellow in it and many things that came from the Mexican heritage. (She LOVED Mexican food, and people and things!) But mostly, I remember the cookie jar, Dumbo the Flying Elephant, who was always full of some kind of homemade cookie!
In the beginning, Dumbo looked exactly like the cute little gray Dumbo in the Disney movie. As the years wore on , the color wore off of Dumbo. And, most of my life he looked as he does now. Off white everywhere but still recognizable.
He is a two-sided Dumbo… one side shows Dumbo with the feather in his mouth; the other side shows him without it. I use to imagine that story as a child, and say to myself that the feather was love… someone wanting to help Dumbo find his place in the world for the unusual individual that he was. The side without the feather? That was Dumbo