Toffee jar

For the 53 years my grandparents lived in their flat in George Street this bonbon jar sat on their mantlepiece, full of toffees. It was always the first placed a peeked when I went to theirs.
When they died, it went to my father. As is my dads way, he asked me about ten years ago, when he popped his clogs what did I want in the will.
Just the toffee jar.
It was a good move, it became one there and then.
Unpacked it today and still intact to land on a new mantlepiece some day soon...