Now I came to this conclusion after twice in recent weeks I was directed to thinking about sheds by the same comment being made in my company, once about my own shed and once in someone else’s shed on TV, comments by members of the younger generation about a shed, or rather its contents, “Oh, look at that, just like granddad’s shed!”
Now I think I have a minor claim to being something of an expert in sheds, as my family will testify, in that we have more than one or two sheds in our garden. I won’t recap history but will simply say that one of these various sheds on our property is designated, ‘Dad’s workshop’. It’s not so much that there are four saws (sorry, six!) neatly hanging safely on one wall that I have accumulated over the years (you never know when you’ll need two three crosscut saws or two three rip saws), not to mention the hacksaws (plural), coping saws (also plural – people just give things to me when their elderly relative dies and I don’t like to refuse their kind gifts), and don’t mention the fact that I very rarely ever use these tools because they have been replaced by electric ones which do get fairly regular use.
No, the ‘granddad comment’ was occasioned on both occasions by the younger generation when they observed both in my shed and in the other shed, neat rows of jars containing various size, different-
Why, they wonder, have you got all this? Because I’ve been around a long time and you never know when you might need these things. They look on with wonder because they come from a generation that did not know Barry Bucknell and DIY, and so they mostly ring for a carpenter or plumber or decorator when they want changes to their home. I come from that generation of DIY frontiersmen who tried it all, and we’ve got the jars and the boxes and racks of mini-
I think it is mostly the rows of jars and boxes and sets of mini-
Some of the painting stuff and wood treatment stuff hangs out here, the while spirit, the methylated spirit, the linseed oil, sealants, adhesives, Polyfilla for inside and out, chain-
When I start looking on the shelves where we keep garden stuff, powders and potions from yesteryear, I am reminded of one of the early parts of James Heriot’s books, when he first went to Skeldale House and met Siegfried Farnon (before WW2) who showed him round his dispensary. There was a mystique there as there is in “granddad’s workshop”; for them they were things they relied upon before science took over, things which now only appear in museums. In my workshop it is not quite that bad, but it does speak of the last fifty years collecting and not throwing away.
Some of us keep photo albums, some computers filled with photo files and we’re all doing the same thing – hanging on to the past. Some people collect plates, others collect thimbles, but it’s all the same, tying down memories – where did that plate come from? Did those thimbles come from Amsterdam or New York and was it in 1992 or 2002? Memories add value to life – yes they can sometimes be painful, but so often they bring a reassurance that we’ve got this far, and that is good. The other day I heard of a lovely couple who went off on a twenty-
I hope some have identified with these ramblings; if you haven’t you don’t know what you’ve missed. Perhaps you’ve thrown most of it away and lost the romanticism of the memories created and held on to by jar, boxes and sets of mini-
"A memory is a photograph taken by the heart to make a special moment last forever."
"Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children."
~ Charles R. Swindoll
"Memory is a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things. "
~ Pierce Harris
Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. ~ Kevin Arnold
I don't believe in trends. I believe in collecting things that you connect with. We should surround ourselves with things we care about, that have meaning.