Comments on: Epic Win: Glass Skippy Jars

By: Higa

Higa — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 21:06:20 +0000

man, my brother loved hiding stuff in his room (mostly because I was always snooping around). But when his best friend moved away in 5th grade, he started showing them to me because he had no one else to share it with, and if he told my parents they’d get mad for the hole he carved in the wall . I always wondered why he hung that ugly picture there… he still loves hiding stiff, he made a secret compartment for spare keys under his car in case he gets locked out.

By: Deb

Deb — Mon, 21 Sep 2009 13:19:32 +0000

I still have a dent in my forhead (left side at the hairline) from where a glass jar of peanut butter fell out of the cupboard and hit me when I was two.

People needed to learn to feed me when I asked…

By: BRMbug

BRMbug — Sun, 20 Sep 2009 22:30:03 +0000

Wow. I’m kicking myself that I didn’t get all of the coffee tins and various glass jars of stuff my Grandpa had on a set of 2X4 shelves in his garage. I only got the “most important ones”, with wire nuts, beaded venetian blind chains, and maybe one jar of screws.
Anyway, I have had several stashes over the years, one was a tin Snicker’s box that was painted like a boom box that I fixed a small lock hasp to. That’s where I hid computer discs, marbles, and random rocks… not all at the same time mind you. Another was the space behind the intercom speaker in my room, which housed money for sure, and random other valuables. I also used this strange little round wooden jar type thing a friend gave my mom to hide money in.
Also as a kid, me and my cousin uncovered a previous kid’s stash at my house. There were all kinds of coins stuck in the space between the inner and outer boards of my back yard fence. SCORE!

By: BRMbug

BRMbug — Sun, 20 Sep 2009 22:09:54 +0000

…including by you?

By: L

Sat, 19 Sep 2009 23:31:07 +0000

Altoids boxes – the new Sucrets box.

When my dad died, I took his band-aid box of wheat-backs, and his band-aid box of little screw drivers. I also took his vaseline jar of screws. It’s been a year, and I haven’t had to buy a screw since then. The exact right screw is always in dad’s jar.

By: Jay Esjay

Jay Esjay — Sat, 19 Sep 2009 15:04:05 +0000

I believe it was the Orson Welles radio version of HG Well’s War of the Worlds that used the sound of a coffee jar being unscrewed in a WC pan for the sound of the Martian spaceships. (1930’s, 40’s?)

By: Brian Schlosser

Brian Schlosser — Sat, 19 Sep 2009 14:39:11 +0000

Ah, hiding places… I had many Band-Aid tins. I also had several hiding spots around the house: inside the bathroom air vent, inside the unused fireplace… But the best one was one I had wanted all my childhood, but didn’t get until we pulled up some old linoleum in my bedroom: a loose floorboard that opened into the space between the living room ceiling and my floor. It was a PERFECT place to hide things, like in numerous movies and books. I was so excited… Of course, I didn’t have anything to actually HIDE there… :-/

By: NO CARRIER

NO CARRIER — Sat, 19 Sep 2009 09:07:49 +0000

It wasn’t so much the container, but the location of where I hid my childhood valuables. We had a HVAC vent high up on the wall whose duct was no longer connected to the new furnace system. I could reach its grill if I stood on my bed. So I would unscrew the vent cover, put the precioussssss in a plastic bag and hang it from a nail inside the duct. A bit cumbersome, so only certain things went there.

By: Drew Brooks

Drew Brooks — Sat, 19 Sep 2009 07:57:09 +0000

I had a variety of containers, jars, bags, wooden boxes [mostly from cigars], candy boxes, and collectible tins. unfortunately, i buried most of them around the house while still too young to know better. makes for interesting moments though… mom just moved her veggie garden to the back, and while tilling discovered the rather large stash of silver dimes my sister and I took from her & buried 30 years ago!

By: Mandy

Mandy — Sat, 19 Sep 2009 04:34:42 +0000

We used these as pee jars when we went camping with our camper (the kind that went in place of the cap on a pickup). Instead of having to find a rest area with a 5 year old and 2 year old, the wide mouth of the Skippy jar made a nice potty.

By: dru

dru — Sat, 19 Sep 2009 02:54:21 +0000

Sucrets tins were great… so were Band-Aid tins!

By: HellHathNoFury

HellHathNoFury — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 20:05:05 +0000

I have 6985476 of those full of different sized nuts, bolts, findings, bus fuses, etc. I would rather look through them all than label them.

By: Nicolle

Nicolle — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 19:09:07 +0000

Since I was very young I always remember buying every cigar box I ever found at a garage sale. Some of them are incredibly well decorated, and I keep my favorite childhood mementos in them now.

By: Ash

Ash — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 18:18:38 +0000

This is a good one. When we were little my Sister and I used to fight over who got the PB jar, if, and only if, my Mom didn’t need it for sewing or crafts or my Dad didn’t need it to soak some dirty machine parts in gasoline or lacquer thinner. Lots of little Molotov cocktails in the garage, those were the days!

My Mom still had a Skippy jar of this vintage under the kitchen sink until she moved into Assisted Living. It was full of curtain hangers, those big Z-shaped pins you can’t touch without being stabbed. She hid the key to her safe deposit box in it. No matter where she lived, we knew where to look in an emergency.

By: Kris10

Kris10 — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 15:36:58 +0000

I’m too young to remember glass Skippy jars, but I bet I’d find some in my grandfather’s workshop if I went down there. I just bought some all-natural Smucker’s peanut butter in a very similar glass jar, complete with metal lid. I think I’ll start saving them for nails and such in memory of my Poppy

By: quinn

quinn — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 15:04:34 +0000

I kept my “precious stuff” in my great-grandpas old food container (called Henkelmann in german, look at http://www.hytta.de/index_f.htm?kisten/182.htm for a pic), which was made in 1908! I still own it, now it holds spare buttons and safety pins – while all my preciousssss vanished over the years. And best of all: it’s still tight, doesn’t leak a drop after 101 years.. .

By: Chipmunk.

Chipmunk. — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 14:25:06 +0000

I used to keep my ‘important things’ in a file box, in my closet. It was pink, and said ‘only lovely things in here’, so my mom never looked inside it. My ‘imporant things’ consisted of a razor blade, my lucky quarter, $11.50, and a pair of red and white tube socks. And a leather bound book, which I never wrote in, cause it looked too pretty…

By: whatwhat

whatwhat — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 13:45:21 +0000

Our house had a dumbwaiter in it leading from my room (which had once been the master bedroom) to the pantry. Before we moved into the house the previous owners had fastened the dumbwaiter at my room, so it acted as a sort of cupboard. There were little compartments in it, and I used it to store my precioussss thingsssss. I think I left some of them behind when we moved out of that house.

By: Laura

Laura — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 12:32:06 +0000

All my important stuff was kept in a burger patty box. And by importanr stuff, I mean a zoo map and a penny my cousin flattened on the railroad track for me.

By: weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 09:24:14 +0000

Those were the good old days

By: Booshee

Booshee — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 03:49:17 +0000

I had a box, it was a pine box with just a simple varnish on it. One year a friend of mine and I loaded it with our “treasures” and a note about what life was like that year. (We were 9 I think.) We sealed it with Duct tape and buried it next to a juniper bush in my yard. It’s been 20 years now, and I often wonder about going back to that house and asking permission to dig it up.

By: kosher ham

kosher ham — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 01:54:35 +0000

I kept my keepsakes in my LEGO box, no one ever bothered to look in there but me!

Hid my first porno mag in plain sight, too. Skinned an old Nat Geo cover and glued it to the spine.

By: powermuffin

powermuffin — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 01:30:49 +0000

That is so cool to see! For me, I often reminisce about glass mayonnaise jars with the metal lids. I remember that sound meaning a good sandwich is on its way or perhaps Grandma made some macaroni and potato salad.

Good idea L, about buying them at estate sales. A jar of tiny treasures!

By: Brandon_ha

Brandon_ha — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 01:16:58 +0000

For hiding stuff I used either the tape deck in my stereo, or an ammo box that held 5.57 NATO, It’s covered in beige latex house paint on one side. I routinely hid (for a teen) large amounts of cash, small amounts of pot and my pipe in that box, all wrapped in a black bandanna. Hasn’t been found yet.

By: mary

mary — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 00:04:24 +0000

Perfect size for dyeing Easter eggs.

By: L

Thu, 17 Sep 2009 23:40:45 +0000

I buy these at estate sales. I imagine an older gentlemen who took the time to save these trinkets would appreciate me holding them as valuable as they did.

By: Deville

Deville — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 23:22:27 +0000

I actually had one of those full kitchens when I was a kid, the kind no taller than a 5 year old with a stove and an oven and real working water dispenser in the door of the fridge. And if I ever had anything to hide, it went in the fridge. Who the heck is gonna go around poking their nose in a plastic fridge?

By: Lucas

Lucas — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 22:32:50 +0000

Glass Skippy Jar: The ultimate survival tool.

By: Miroku

Miroku — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 20:49:14 +0000

I used a few items to hide stuff.

A hollowed out copy of War and Peace.
A pair of shoes with false bottoms.
And a speaker.

By: Chris

Chris — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 20:30:35 +0000

Wasn’t aware Skippy Peanut Butter jars were a proper storage method for ammunition.

By: bbz

bbz — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 19:41:18 +0000

I still have some of these, using ‘em for the same things Dad did. A classic is forever…right up there in re-usefulness with Sucrets tins. Didn’t everyone store pins in those? We don’t recycle – we re-use!

By: blueeyedqueen

blueeyedqueen — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 19:16:15 +0000

my mom recently told me I was lucky PB didn’t come in glass jars like this anymore after my 16 month old nailed me in the face with a full (plastic) container of Jif, she was right, I’d hate to think what this one would have done. . .

By: Rey

Rey — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 19:15:33 +0000

Picture of Jesus: Check.
Bullet: Check.

This jar holds all the important stuff!