I had the opportunity to visit underneath old Tom's place. Tom passed away recently, he was 95 years of age and the most remarkable man. He built things with pride and flew planes, he helped people and was very humble. Under his house was a collection of history, beauty and wonder. Objects all sorted with care, rusted tools placed on dusty shelves, wires of different kinds hanging on hooks. Pegs on coathangers, notes on tins. Small pieces of wood sorted into cardboard boxes. Everything had a place and they were all very important for some reason or another.
Monday, September 10, 2012
Under a house
I had the opportunity to visit underneath old Tom's place. Tom passed away recently, he was 95 years of age and the most remarkable man. He built things with pride and flew planes, he helped people and was very humble. Under his house was a collection of history, beauty and wonder. Objects all sorted with care, rusted tools placed on dusty shelves, wires of different kinds hanging on hooks. Pegs on coathangers, notes on tins. Small pieces of wood sorted into cardboard boxes. Everything had a place and they were all very important for some reason or another.
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He'd be well chuffed by this. Thank you for sharing. xx
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