Noah's Ark Cookie Jar

Out of everything in my grandparents' rowhome in Philly, nothing was more coveted than the Noah's Ark cookie jar. And out of the thirteen grandkids that grew up spending holidays and birthdays at the house on Belgrade, I was the one that Godmommy Gina and Aunt Berne passed this along to cherish. It had been up in the cupboard for the past few years due to lack of counter space, but now it is proudly displayed in the corner. Isn't it adorable??