The End of an Era

As you can see this is the flour can our family has used probably since shortly after we became a family. It has followed us on our journey through life. I remember as a girl my mom had 2 cans like this one was for flour and one was for sugar. I think one was slightly larger and blue though. They sat in the corner of the kitchen between the fridge and the cupboard where she kept her china. There was always a Union Pacific Calendar on the wall above them.  It always had beautiful scenic color pictures.This particular can is the same one that was where Marjorie got the flour when I took that favorite of all time picture. She was two and there was flour all over the kitchen floor. This is also the same can the flour came out of when Marjorie and Curtis threw flour all over the garage in Camarillo. I had to go to a scout meeting and Jeff cleaned it up. I am sure there is still flour on the rafter of that garage.

When we lived on Via Bahia, it was in the garage under the dart board. It has several holes on the edge of the lid. This flour can has served our family well. It has been a tithing blessing. 
When I opened it to make bread this holiday season, there were bugs in it for the first time ever. We got rid of the can and will have to find something small to replace it. We don't need this big can now that the nest is empty