I thought since we've been on the subject of Dad's ordinations for the last three weeks that I would share these crucifixes and cross that I found in the basement stash last year.
Dad's faith was complicated by his leaving the Church and it wasn't something that he ever really wanted to talk about, so I unfortunately don't know anything about any of these treasures. I do remember the first two hanging in our home when I was little.
This one is now in my back hall, over a collection of photos of Dad.
This one has a temporary home for now, until we have the room repainted and rearrange some furniture.
These are a mystery. I don't remember seeing them before last September and neither does my mother.
I only know that they were Dad's and that is enough to make them treasures.