Oreos in the Closet

There was a beautiful cedar wardrobe in my mother’s bedroom, with a lock and key.

It was her secret place.cedar armoire

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.

hydrox cookieAny 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.


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98 Responses to Oreos in the Closet

  1. vinnieh says:

    I liked this story, something very nostalgic to it.

  2. tric says:

    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.

  3. Lala Rukh says:

    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.

  4. Erika Kind says:

    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!

  5. 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.

  6. 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.. ❀

  7. (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! πŸ™‚ ❀

  8. Brenda says:

    A beautiful story, Van. πŸ™‚

  9. Joyful2bee says:

    Such sweet memories! How lovely that she planned ahead for those chocolate cravings. Better still that you remember her so lovingly. Thanks for sharing.

  10. Amber R. says:

    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 πŸ˜‰ I really enjoyed reading this, and learning a bit about your family ❀

  11. What a lovely story. It sure is hard to hide things…

  12. 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. πŸ’˜

  13. George says:

    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..:)

  14. You’ve inspired a wittism ode to Hubby. Hope you don’t mind me linking to this.

  15. 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!!

  16. 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!

  17. 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.

  18. 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.

  19. 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.

  20. Love reading your family history.

  21. Val Boyko says:

    What a lovely story Van … And the ending makes it even sweeter πŸ’

  22. Lady G says:

    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. πŸ’–

  23. Bun Karyudo says:

    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.

  24. 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.

  25. LaVagabonde says:

    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. πŸ™‚

  26. I don’t much like chocolate. Perhaps she would nave welcomed me πŸ™‚

  27. How funny! I love Oreos too!

  28. Hi Van
    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. πŸ’˜

  29. 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

  30. Your mom and my mom (mother of 8) had the same needs. And need for secret stashes! πŸ™‚

  31. amommasview says:

    I would most probably have put the key on a necklace so nobody could eat my treats πŸ˜‰

  32. Vinny Idol says:

    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

  33. joey says:

    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 πŸ˜‰

    • 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 ! ☺☺☺

      • joey says:

        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 πŸ˜‰

      • Love it. Celery as a grab and go item ! ☺

  34. What a delicious history πŸ™‚ I hope the grandson cherish’s such beautiful family heirloom πŸ˜‰

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