Thrown away by a careless housekeeper who thought it was garbage. The Chinese Cookie Jar was actually a piece of Japanese porcelain that was given to me by my adopted mother - and to her, by her mother, and to her by her mother. It was roughly 170 years old. The first date on the family registry was 1845.I had taken it to four continents - America, Asia, Europe and Africa. It was broken to at least 50 bits on my trip to Africa last year. I had put the bits in a plastic bag and vowed to super-glue them all back together once I got back to Vietnam. That will never happen.
Whilst away on a business trip this weekend, a careless housekeeper threw the bag away - and with it, a lot of adopted family history - and a little bit of mine.
I had called it the Chinese Cookie Jar since I was a kid and mom used to keep cookies in it on top of the refrigerator. I broke the lid, trying to get to the cookies, and it had been thrown away. The rest went away today. I'm sure there's a message in that.