On Easter Sunday when my in laws were over, my father in law looked at the beautiful can my sister painted for me and he said, "Hey we used to have a can just like that when I was a kid. I used to squeeze the cows milk into it." Little did he know that this is the exact can that he squeezed the milk into. My mother in law gave me this can when we cleaned their basement out last year. I told him that this was the can that he used, and I think he was pleasantly surprised! So there's a little history on the can.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
The Milk Can
On Easter Sunday when my in laws were over, my father in law looked at the beautiful can my sister painted for me and he said, "Hey we used to have a can just like that when I was a kid. I used to squeeze the cows milk into it." Little did he know that this is the exact can that he squeezed the milk into. My mother in law gave me this can when we cleaned their basement out last year. I told him that this was the can that he used, and I think he was pleasantly surprised! So there's a little history on the can.
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4 comments:
What a great coincedence. I like that story.
Again, you all have so much funn! I love to hear about your lives and the way they weave together.
Beautiful!
That's too funny...Betcha he didn't know that old can could be so purty.
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