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That’s Value Right There

Patina, thin layers brought on by time.

Yesterday Che and I were talking about restoring old things of value. Restorations are something Che loves doing. The love that he puts into bringing life back into an old and misused item is something that is beautiful about him. He recently restored an old oil welder. It was cracked and rusted. After a few months of tlc, it now looks very different. It’s usable now. That led us to talk about restorations and I asked about the cost/benefit ratio of restoring something. Of course, my frame is different to that of a restorer. There are some things that it is necessary to restore to look brand spanking new. And there are other items that need to be restored just enough to still retain the patina of age. That is what gives them value.

I came across this quote by John Yemma editor of the Christian Science Monitor, in his “open source” column for November 22, 2009, “On Thanksgiving: the memorial that time forgot” that beautifully describes this:

“Monuments are anchors in time. Epochs pass, weather erodes, people lose interest. This cannot be helped. But patina itself is worth appreciating. Patina is the value that age puts on an object.”

The same applies to other items such as cars, Fender amps and old oil welders. The patina is what gives items character helping them to retain their value.

The same thing can apply to people too. As one gain in years, people are imbued with a patina of wisdom, the passing of time creating layers of experience, layer upon layer upon layer upon layer.

Generally, in Western cultures, people who have these wonderful rich patinas are put away from mainstream society depriving the youth of learning from their wisdom. Many elderly people lose their purpose in life when removed from the family system, from their children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. A life without purpose is no life at all and often, at that stage of life, the only purpose an elderly person has is to be with their family.

I love the story of the students who live rent-free in an old age  home in the Netherlands in return for spending 30 hours with the residents, giving them computer lessons and cooking for them, helping to combat “the social isolation and loneliness in older men and women which increases mortality” – imagine the wisdom that they can tap into. This story was written in 2015 and I hope that it’s still ongoing.

John Yemma goes on to say,

(Patina) “It’s what makes an antique antique. It is experience, maturity, the soft sheen of time. Patina wasn’t present at the spanking-new creation. It comes from a life lived.”

How amazing is that, how incredible that as we become better versions of ourselves each and every day, we acquire the patina of a life well lived. That’s value right there.




I love edible things. They are yum. Even flowers. Especially accompanied by good bubbles such as I had last week.

I started with the fish soup…

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…followed by the mushroom and gorgonzola ravioli…

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…and there was also dessert but I forgot to take a pic – it did include white chocolate mousse…

Off course, it was all washed down with good bubbles.

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I sure do take a lot of photos of food.


The Dripping Thoughts

Writing is supposed to become easier when it is done to express rather than impress. With the latter, to impress, the inner critic comes out, editing in real-time. With the former, to express, it comes out easily and unfiltered. I might have mentioned in a post many moons ago that to write unfiltered takes courage…because…

…and every day I pick up the quill, gingerly dip it into the slippery inkwell of inspiration to catch dripping thoughts before they fall away into the dark depths of the soul.


Tethered Bridge

Does the pedestrian bridge over the Main River qualify as being tethered I wonder? What is it about bridges that lure me to walk to the middle, pause for a bit and gaze into the distance? We don’t have too many bridges over rivers here. Most of them are over freeways and the nearest river is 100kms to the south. There is a pull of opposites, a gravity-defying act that lures me to bridges and a need to see what’s on the other side.

Suspension pedestrian bridge over the River Main in Frankfurt
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