This won't make sense unless you read the blog done earlier today titled: Button Boxes and Cookie Bowls. Read that first please so I don't have to repeat the background.
My digression on button boxes ended with my wishes to have my cremains placed in mom's buttons box. We have a reserved spot in a columbarium at the Minnesota Veteran's Cemetary in Little Falls, MN., my home town.
We figured the button box would fit in our spot in the wall. That raises the question of what should we put his ashes in? He didn't have a preference or an idea. Then is struck me. The button box has always been kept stacked with my sewing "box". Neither are boxes. They are both tin canisters. They have been together for decades just like Jon and me. I grabbed both containers. My button box looks a bit battered. It has dents and my maiden name scratched on it. I guess I claimed it when I was a kid. The other canister was not acceptable to my husband for his final remains. It is labeled, "Ye Olde English Fruit Cake". I don't think that is how he wants to be remembered, but it sure is funny.
When I told this story to my friend Mary she laughed. Mary loves to travel. In the past decade she has been on around ten foreign mission trips to places like Turkey, Poland, Hungary, Romania, Belarus, Ukraine and Jamaica. Now she is planning to volunteer to help bring in the grape harvest in Israel this fall. She loves to meet new people. I suggested if she were to be cremated she could put her ashes in her travel tote and friends could just keep taking her to new places. She laughed. That might be more fun than being stuck in a wall in a tin can.