I had seen around the house a transparent resin cube with an unfurled orange rose magically carved inside.  A cute knick-knack, I thought.  I have encountered such sculptures in souvenir shops, and wondered how they were done, by what computer-guided techniques and machines.  Mom saw me admiring the embedded rose, and announced proudly, “My daddy made that.  When he was a shop teacher at Brockbank junior high.”  I asked her how in the world he had done it.  “He said it was easy.  He used a rotary tool to drill up into the cube, making the petals and leaves, then brushed dye into the empty spaces.  We had dozens of these in our house when I was a girl.  This is the only one left.”  I admire the rose-in-the-cube every day now.  What I had judged cheap kitsch now was transformed into family treasure, blooming on my filing cabinet.  Tokens like these are to be cherished and admired and saved.