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.
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The carved one is especially interesting. There is a missions group that visits our church selling carvings from wood from the Holy Land. I wonder if there is any significance to your dad's cross.
ReplyDeleteThank you for that thought, I wonder if any of them came from my grandparents' trip to the Near East in 1938.
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