The Story of Pid's Water Jar

This past week, I posted a picture of a glass jar and labeled it simply "Pid's Water Jar" for Wordless Wednesday. Yesterday, I received a request for some words of explanation and I'm more than happy to oblige!

My grandaunt "Pid" was a very practical and frugal person. She didn't believe in spending money on anything she deemed frivolous or unnecessary. She was a "make do with what you have" sort of person and rarely bought things just for herself. 

Pid liked to keep drinking water in her refrigerator, but rather than buying a pitcher, she used a large pickle jar that she had on hand. That jar was in Pid's fridge as long as I can remember and, as it turns out, my mother can recall that same jar from her own youth. It was a known and expected constant: if you visited Pid's home, you would be drinking a glass of ice-cold water poured from that pickle jar. 

The jar is now in my home--stored in a safe place, but one in which I can see it every day.