This box was created at a Hospice training. We were preparing to staff a day-long "Good Grief" camp for bereaved children. As volunteers, we were being led through one of the experiences planned for the children, the ANCESTOR BOX. We were given simple materials - magazines to snip from, cloth scraps, yarn, buttons. It was less than an hour by the clock, and yet, generations by memory.As I thought of my grandmothers and their grandmothers, I braided our hair together, connecting continents, hearts, lifetimes. I once again sorted buttons Auntie Dora had kept in her tin. I could feel the rag rug that Grandma Julia had made, see the colorful clothes she wore and I planted violets I had seen my mother paint. Later at home, I recounted my own life - embellishing the box joining my ancestors.