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.