On a recent visit to Nantucket to attend the Nantucket Book Festival, my friends and I went to more than one upscale restaurant. And what were our drinks served in? Mason jars. It didn't matter whether it was a Bloody Mary or a glass of white wine, they all came in a mason jar. I regularly give my friends my homemade granola in mason jars. Even my fourteen year old daughter loves mason jars. She puts battery operated votive candles in hers and uses them in her tree house. And two days ago, The Huffington Post ran a story called 56 New Ways to Repurpose a Mason Jar This Summer. Here are a few of my favorites: My friend, Maureen, over at Maureenmeanswell, made a bunch of gorgeous cards using a mason jar rubber stamp. I had to borrow her idea and make a birthday card. So what's the history of this ubiquitous jar? Poor John Landis Mason, who invented his jar for home-food preservation, and patented it in 1858, never made any money, and like so many other inventors, died a charity case. But before he came up with this clear glass with its threaded neck and screw-on lid, preserving food was tricky business. His invention helped home canners and remained popular through the 1950s. My grandmother, Daisy (born 1914; died 2009), was a big canner, probably out of necessity to survive the Great Depression. Her dill pickles were delicious. She taught both my mum and my sister, Beth, her trade secrets, and my sister cans something or other yearly, as does my friend, Bridget. Both Beth and Bridget fall in the Baby Boomer Generation. Not sure that canning is "a thing" among Generation X, Y or Z, but mason jars are EVERYWHERE.