When I was ten, I made my artist grandmother a cross for her wall by cutting a couple of chopsticks into shorter pieces with a steak knife, using a leather bootlace to bind them together, and then I used Elmer's glue to attach pennies up and down the stake and the crosspiece.
I remember having to prop the pennies so they would stay still and let the glue dry properly.
Gramma Mary hung that cross on her wall in Chicago, and then took it to California when she moved there when I was about 20. It was still hanging on her wall when she passed away, about twenty years after I made it for her.
It was kind of gimpy, but she loved it, and loved that I had spent time and effort making it for her.
I miss you, Gramma.
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