When I read on Donna's Funky Junk Interiors
blog that the theme this week for her Saturday Nite Special party was boxes, I thought now that is a party I can revel in. If nothing else, we have BOXES.
In the kitchen, I corral rice, macaroni, etc. in a fruit picking box.
blog that the theme this week for her Saturday Nite Special party was boxes, I thought now that is a party I can revel in. If nothing else, we have BOXES.
In the kitchen, I corral rice, macaroni, etc. in a fruit picking box.
This double-hinged box is an old ballot box. It is divided into two sides, and the divider has a hole in it. Traditionally, one side held both white and black marbles. When voting, you would pick a white marble for yes or a black marble for no; and put your choice through the hole to the other side. When the votes were counted, they could be tallied as to for or against. Thus, the term - blackballed. We just store our childhood marbles of all colors in it. It has entertained our kids and grand kids for lots of hours.
Graduation boxes -- in the small town that my grandmother, mother, and I grew up in, it was customary for the local furniture store to give girl graduates a small cedar box. They were small samples of larger cedar or hope chests that could be purchased. Below are three generations of graduation boxes.

This box came to us through Bob's family, and holds old family pictures. Originally, the box must have held cigars.
This is a hunking-big tool tote box that sits on top of a bookcase holding postcards, books, and pictures. I love this type of old homemade tool box -- the rougher the better.
These are some of our old boxes -- I didn't go out into the garage or photograph our collection of old tin document boxes. Another day----
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Donna has a lot more going on beside boxes!


