There was a beautiful cedar wardrobe in my mother’s bedroom, with a lock and key.
She used it for personal items, jewelry, mementos of earlier years, and old love letters, discovered after her passing.
She also used it to store those things she wanted to keep from her 6 children.
Huge cans of Christmas cookies that were saved for the holidays, gifts from Santa, delicate breakable treasures, etc.
It is the place where she stored her stash of Oreo cookies.
Or, to be more precise, Hydrox cookies, the predecessor and less popular version. (Something about the name.)
She didn’t drive, so her trips to the grocery store were never spontaneous, they were planned around my father’s work schedule.
Any special treats that arrived in the house were quickly discovered and just as quickly consumed if left in the kitchen cabinets.
Like all of us, she needed that chocolate “pick -me-up” to be available, and the only guarantee was to hide it in that closet.
Once in a while, one of us would find the key, and sneak out a few from her stash.
But not very often. She moved the key around. Frequently.
The cedar wardrobe now resides in the home of a grandson, one she never got to meet.
I’ll have to be sure he and his family know its sweet history.
I liked this story, something very nostalgic to it.
Thanks, Vinnie. It surely was to me. ☺
It was lovely.
Lovely writing. My mum had to keep such hides on the move as there were no presses with locks.
She hadn’t a lot of success.
It must have happened in just about every family, Tric. Thanks for the visit and comment. 💖
Such a sweet story. My mother used to hide chocolates and candies from us 4 too in the same way but I don’t know how we always used to find those and eat those. This post just stirred up beautiful memories.
Always thrilled when that happens. Thanks for sharing, Lala. ❤️
That is really a “sweet” history. Such a lovely story and it is wonderful that the wardrobe was passed to someone of the family who did not get to know her and can connect that way!
She passed away years before there were any grandchildren, Erika. Thanks. 💘
A really lovely way to keep her connected with the generations! 💖
Lovely story and memory. Hubby has a sweet tooth but we both know if I buy goodies, he will eat them, and having such limited space on the boat, there are no hiding places! At the moment, Mr Will Power is being kind and attentive so I can treat him occasionally.
I had to laugh about your limited space for hiding things. Honor that will power ! ☺ Thanks for sharing, Di. 💖
What a lovely history this wardrobe had, such wonderful treasures hidden within through the years.. A true treasure for that Grandson.. And I am sure once he knows of its history he too will always treasure this wonderful piece of furniture.. ❤
I hope so, Sue. It was so important for his mother (my sister) to have this piece. She also passed away, much too young and left it to him. Thanks. 💕
So sorry to hear that dear Van.. Love to you as you send your love via your memories.. I am sure they know its in good hands.. ❤
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(smiling) My mother did the same thing, Van! Her hiding place was the freezer in the basement. She would hide her sweets behind the stored food. Let’s face it, growing kids are hungry and like you said anything left on the shelves would be gobbled up, especially sweets. My mom also had a cedar closet, not locked, that she kept some sentimental items of her mother’s. I remember just going in there and loving the smell. There is something about the smell of cedar that I just love! LOVED this post, dear friend! 🙂 ❤
Those cedar wardrobes were very popular, especially in the 1940’s and 50’s, as I learned looking for photos. The smell invokes so many memories. Glad you could relate to this one, Amy. 💕
I can relate to a lot of your posts, Van. I really enjoy your blog. The way you write is admirable. Keep on!!! I have a piece of cedar in one of my drawers that I occasionally take out just to smell. Oh yes that smell promotes memories. 🙂
Thanks always, Amy, for your support and kind comments. Glad to know you. 💕
A beautiful story, Van. 🙂
Thanks so much, Brenda. 💘
You’re most welcome. 🙂
So glad you enjoyed it. Thanks so much. 💛 💜
Such sweet memories! How lovely that she planned ahead for those chocolate cravings. Better still that you remember her so lovingly. Thanks for sharing.
My pleasure, Joy. Chocolate has been proven to be an effective substitute for so many things. 💛 💙 💜
What a sweet story! My grandparents also had a cedar closet in their basement, but only kept mundane things like pillows and blankets inside. If treats were ever brought into the house, my sisters and I were sure to find them before they could be hid 😉 I really enjoyed reading this, and learning a bit about your family ❤
And a very sweet response. I am honored, Amber. Thanks. 💖
What a lovely story. It sure is hard to hide things…
There aren’t many safe places, Brigid. Thanks. 💖
You have made memories come front and center and put a smile on my face. Something about these last couple of writings, that allow me time travel to my younger years.
I’m so very glad if I have had anything to do with that time travel. When I started this blog, I was focused on dealing with some of the sad memories from my family, but, of course, there were moments of joy. ☺ Thanks so much. 💘
I love your mother’s mind and thinking..:) I have a secret place for chocolate chip cookies and so either sweets, but I never tell my grandchildren or even my children. Stuff just miraculously appears when their here..:)
That’s the way it’s supposed to be, George. ☺ Best find that really secret place for your stash. 💝
You’ve inspired a wittism ode to Hubby. Hope you don’t mind me linking to this.
Not at all, Di. ☺
This post reminded me of the Oreos and other cookies my grandmother would hide at the back of her kitchen cupboard. As kids we thought we were so clever by sneaking into the cookie jar when she was upstairs but she always caught us. It wasn’t until I had children of my own that I fully understood that 6th sense moms have = when the children are quiet they are up to something. Thank you for the warm memories. Have a very nice weekend!!
Ours was always a very noisy household, Steph, but we found a way to “divide and conquer” that worked for us. ☺ And…I’m sure we left a trail of chocolate crumbs on the way out. 💝
Hahaha. Oreos were the best!!
Still are !
Oh yes, Make sure he knows the history. It makes these heirlooms so precious. I love it that she had a secret stash of cookies for herself. How sweet!
It didn’t work for her unless she left the kids home when she went grocery shopping, Diana. We were watchful in the store, and would go looking for the treats if they made their way to the house. 💛 💙 💜
Ha ha ha. I can picture it 🙂 ❤
I remember Hydrox cookies! My mother used to hide stuff in her bedroom closet. I don’t know that she kept snacks in there, but she did hide birthday and Christmas gifts, knowing that we were all forbidden from entering her bedroom unless we were sick and in need of immediate attention in the middle of the night. However, that didn’t stop my oldest brother from finding his Christmas presents one year – and opening them! He managed to rewrap them so that Mom wasn’t aware (at least we didn’t think so), but come Christmas morning he had a really hard time looking surprised – and of course, he had to keep the secret between the time of the gift opening and Christmas morning. I do believe that was punishment enough.
There were many years that we tried to unwrap and re-wrap, CM. Somehow, we never got them back the same way. Telltale Scotch tape. ☺ Thanks for sharing. 🎁
And thanks for remembering Hydrox ! I was wondering if anyone would. ☺
I love the fact that the chest is owned by a Grandchild she never met. The bond is there. I wonder how often he thinks of her when he looks at it.
He has several items that were special to his mom, who is now deceased. I think he knows what they meant to her, Robert. Thanks. 💕
That is a special feeling. It’s magical the way objects take on the life force of the people who owned them.
What a lovely memory. I think all mothers need some kind of little treat. When my older brothers were in their teens, they could eat through groceries like locusts. My mother took to hiding things like cookies in places like the dryer where my brothers would never chance upon them.
Of course. That was brilliant on her part, Laura. Any place that involved a chore ! ☺ Were there any melting accidents in the laundry? ouch…
Not that I recall.
Love reading your family history.
We all have one, Kitt, I’m happy to share some of mine. Glad you enjoy. Thanks. 💘
What a lovely story Van … And the ending makes it even sweeter 💝
Good to know. Thanks, Val. 💘
Love these stashes!
Seems like everyone has them, DK. Thanks. 💛 💙
OMG Van!!!! I remember tell my grandma that I didn’t like Hydrox cookies because the name sounds like a cleaning solution! She just laughed! She probably thought, “That’s my weird grandchild!”
Later on in years I noticed that they changed the name to “Droxies;” The picture on the wrapper depicted elfin creatures so I guess they were supposed to be these mythical Droxies! LOL!
I have totally digressed! Sorry!
Though our mothers and grandmothers are not ‘here’ stories like these keep them very much alive.
That cedar chest is a wonderful reminder; even for the one she never “met.”
So funny that you were saying that. I’d heard that people thought it sounded like a medicine ! When Oreo came along and pretty much copied the recipe, they were an instant hit. ☺ All in the name. I didn’t know about Droxies, but I guess it was too little, too late. And…not a digression at all. Thanks so much, G. 💖
You are welcome! I really enjoyed it!
That was heartwarming and affectionate. Perhaps I found it particularly touching because it reminded me so much of my own struggles to keep my cookies and chocolate out of the hands of (and more importantly, the stomachs of) my children.
Ha ha…touching. You are not alone in that one Bun. I hid gifts meant to be a surprise, Santa things, Easter Baskets. I never found the need to hide food. Well, maybe the “good” chocolate was kept out of reach, but not really hidden. ☺
Yes, hiding presents from Santa was always a challenge. There are only so many places you can put a bicycle. 🙂
This story will remind many of us to think about our own homes and the hiding spots created by our parents. Brings back lots of fond memories. Thanks for sharing.
Inquiring minds…always had to know. The discovery of those hiding places was part of the thrill, Doc. Thanks. 💘
I love the smell of cedar. And I remember Hydrox cookies. Not the most appetizing name, is it? What a fun tale to pass on to the new owner. 🙂
Oreos got much better press, for sure. Thanks, Julie. 💖
I don’t much like chocolate. Perhaps she would nave welcomed me 🙂
I’ve heard there are a few of you (strange creatures) out there, Derrick. Haven’t met many. Thanks. 💖
How funny! I love Oreos too!
☺ It might be universal, Karen.
Heartwarming memory, makes me think if how my granny holed money away all over the house. She moved it often afraid she would get caught. With every move she would tell me where the new place was. It’s funny the things never know until death. When she passed away, I told my gramps don’t move anything…..she has money hid all over the house. I opened the back of every frame…..it was a fruitful search. She had gathered $700 which was a fortune to a fatherless child growing up in West Dallas. I’m laughing right now. It’s the loving sometimes funny stories….I believe she’s in Heaven thinking of me.
That’s a very sweet memory for you, M., and a very different kind of “sweet” stash for your grandma. Not surprising for those who came through hard times. Thanks for sharing. 💘
I love this memory Van! My daughter hides food and is known for this! She has always been tiny and everyone laughs at how much she eats and how much she hides!!! She even forgets the things that she has hidden xx
Oh, no. To forget what/where you hid food…could be a problem. ☺
Yes!!! She found candy months later
Candy is good. It could have been so much worse.☺
Your mom and my mom (mother of 8) had the same needs. And need for secret stashes! 🙂
It seems like it happened in so many families. Thanks for sharing. 💘
I would most probably have put the key on a necklace so nobody could eat my treats 😉
Ha ha…now, that would have been brilliant. Hindsight. ☺
I like this story. I used to sneak entemanns cookies too. My mom had them on top of a cabinet. It took a lot of acrobatics for my five year old self to reach them.She always caught me.lol
Entenmann’s and Pepperidge Farm were a special treat, and worth the climb. ☺
Are we related? That was my other favorite brand as a child, mom’s too.
It might have been universal. Thanks. ☺
Haha! When we were schoolgirls, my BFF used to complain that her parents hid treats in their room. She called them selfish and greedy and whatnot. Sometimes I like to remind her of that, like when I see mint Ghiradelli squares in her jewelry box 😉
With me, it was Lindt dark chocolate truffles. They remained in the kitchen, in various places, but rarely showed up in the accessible counter-top candy dish ! ☺☺☺
Haha, yes, I like to buy my family seasonal M&Ms for the candy dish and they’re always amazed at how quickly they go.
Honestly, no matter what I set on the end of the counter, they nibble on it as they pass by, not that they’d admit it, or that I’ll point it out to them. I have to have a way to get rid of aging grapes and celery, after all, lol 😉
Love it. Celery as a grab and go item ! ☺
What a delicious history 🙂 I hope the grandson cherish’s such beautiful family heirloom 😉