Jon and his Dad took me to see the old house where Jons Dad grew up.
They showed me the root cellar where his Mom stored all kinds of things she had preserved in crocks and jars. What I would give to have some of those old crocks and jars for keep sakes. I could just picture them at the time all lined up on the walls of that old cellar.

I have some of what had been passed down - not many - and I do cherish them! I love the old country kitchens with the old nickel stoves!

janie's story of the old jars and crocks bring many memories to the fire-mind... Does anyone know the history of why many older glass mason jars were that wonderful blue/green color (versus the clear that we have today)?

I used to know a lot about Mason jars. But, alas, so much is gone.

If I recall correctly, wasn't it serindipitous? Something about minerals in the sand used for making the glass?

The Kenai River on Alaska's Kenai Peninsula is a beautiful vivid emerald-green. This results from the refraction of the sun off the silver glacier silt on the floor of the river. SPECTACULAR to see. Your sand in the glass idea brought this to mind, KYH...