This week's theme is very handy for my Tales from the Shoebox. Glendower's Bard appears immediately before this contribution to Saturday Sepia, and it is hoped to make this a regular feature between SS postings. This piece is concluded with a tale from the other shoebox, the difference between the boxes being that the other one actually contains tales relating to real events suitably embellished to lift the participants to heroic status.
Box Making, ancient yet modern craft or manufacturing process, creating valuable artwork or cheap utilitarian container. They come in all shapes and sizes and can be made of many materials from gold to wood or plain paper. The common factor is that they are designed to hold something; sometimes securely and sometimes just in one place. They can hold the smallest thing, the most precious and valueless and in the finality, us as we pass from being to our final destination in the cold earth or the fire.
My poor mate got some stick. My big mouth inadvertently let out the story of his necklace (as the rosary became in the telling) and that took some living down.