So, we are taking an exercise class using ZOOM. From an instructor that we had been taking classes from through parks and rec here. Each time, at the end of class, our instructor askes ‘what have we been doing?’ “what are our plans for the weekend?’ Anything, to get us to chat. I had already mailed it off, so I could not have a ‘show and tell’. But I had made an Exploding BOX!
My cousin’s son and his wife had a baby boy. The child was named after his grandfather and also after his great, great grandfather. The great, great grandfather was my grandfather. You know, the one that I write about every March 1….The one who immigrated from Italy. Well, of course I had to mark this child’s birth.
Now, I love younger folk. You know, folk who keep all their pictures on their phones. But I am old school, I like printed pictures. You know, pieces of paper that you can stick in a frame and hang on a wall. I have a lot of those hanging on my walls. I walk by them and they make me smile and remember that person or time or whatever. So I made the child an Exploding Box of photos.
In February I had taken a class at the library about making exploding boxes. I had to think about it for a while. And have a major scratch around in my archives. I had to take pictures of the many pictures that I have hanging and then have those printed. I managed to get the papers I needed before stores closed. I picked an assortment, a travel theme and an ocean theme. I knew I could decide later. Always best to have options.
The box ended up having his photos of his great, great grandparents, his great grandfather, his grand parents and his parents and sister. I did not expect the thumbnails that the photo printing service provided but I think they worked well inside the box lid. I am really tickled with how it turned out.