I came across an old wooden box covered in crumbling leather at a flea market.  It was filled with colorized and black and white glass lantern slides to be viewed on an apparatus that was a precursor to a slide machine.  The apparatus had a candle or light bulb in the middle around which a revolving metal framework held a series of slides.  The slides came in sets and illustrated books, stories, poems.  A mechanism to view entertainment before the advent of electricity, movies, television, video.  The sets within the box were incomplete, so I had fragments of the stories they illustrated.  I used them to create my own stories, my own icons to make them precious beyond their intended use.