This crucifix was given to my grandmother by a wounded soldier she looked after as a wartime nurse in Buxton. With it is his handwritten letter which speaks for itself. He writes: "This crucifix ...

For years it sat atop my grandfather’s dresser in his Bronx house on East 236th Street, haunting and a bit of a misfit: The crucifix is elaborate, essentially a story, chockablock with symbols ...