Bringing Back Memories

I found these 1950-era kitchen canisters buried deep in the back part of my parents' basement. They hadn't been used in at least 40 years, but I remember them from my childhood. I brought them home, washed them out, scrubbed a bit of mold off the wooden tops, and now they are ready for a new life in a 2013 kitchen.

I'm hoping Mary might use them in her new apartment, or maybe Maggie, or one of my nieces. Pretty cute, don't you think?