It wasn’t until both of parents were gone that I understood the value of handmade gifts and the memories they hold. Mom passed in 2000 so I think it was 2002 when I found the plastic canvas pattern for this memory box. I knew as soon as I saw it that I had to make it for my Dad.
Every stitch was filled with love. I don’t say that to sound “special”, it’s true. Every stitch found my mind wandering back in time, reliving memories both good and not so good, and hoping my Dad would enjoy this gift.
It really wasn’t very hard to make, it was fun in fact. Figuring out how to attach the hardware and adding the felt covered foam board for stability was a challenge. I think the hardest part was parting with two of my precious few photos of them together, enjoying their trip down East. I don’t remember how old I was when they took that trip but I was little.
Below is a close-up of the hinge hardware. Remember those paper clips we used in school to bind pages together? The brass ones that looked like they had two legs which would be bent outward. I used those to attach the hinges and I think it worked very well.
After Dad died I found the memory box on his dresser and do you know what I found in it? Memories! A full set of Canadian Centennial coins from the year I was born, (for non-Canadians that would be 1967) and a cassette tape with his voice. HIS VOICE! It’s irritating that I don’t have anything to play it on. I’ll have to borrow some equipment and digitize it so I can share with my siblings.
This memory box sits on its own shelf in my living room where I can see it everyday and it’s strangely comforting. I know Dad loved this gift. His face lit up when he unwrapped it, examined it and in an emotional voice just said, “Thank you.”. That’s all he needed to say.
When we give from our hearts it’s felt by others and it’s cherished.
Thought for the day:
Until next time friends….