My brother made this box when he was in high school woodshop. By that time I had my own place and had no idea he was working on something so grand. The year must have been 1978 or 79 and he gave it to me for Christmas. You could have knocked me over with a feather--I was so touched!
He knew, at the time, I liked and wore a lot of jewelry and that I had a thing for boxes. He knew I would love and use it to hold my treasures, although, now, it holds the special pieces I rarely, if ever, wear. Years ago I wore bracelets and necklaces, earrings and pins, but now I only wear earrings, maybe the occasional pin. Necklaces bother my neck and bracelets just get in my way. I'm more of a minimalist overall, but especially when it comes to my wardrobe.
By way of an update, the box I received when I graduated high school went to a friend (Susan, I'm looking at you) who said she would love it. I feel very good about giving it a good home, as she was delighted when I put it in her hands.