a fellow came by the ReStore one day, as so often happens, with a lot of odds'n bits in the back of his nifty little Nissan truck. i have a fondness for small trucks, being a tree hugging' girl with an Oilberta background. i drive a little old ford ranger myself. so i couldn't help admiring his nice little truck. the stuff he brought was all carefully sorted and contained in various buckets, tins, and sturdy hand made boxes. it was interesting stuff that he'd clearly taken some care over. alongside the assorted nails, concrete fasteners, and bits of wood were some bits of old hardware. really old hinges and hasps and things, made from heavy metal that makes the stuff on the racks these days look like it's not really serious about what it says it can do. i like sturdy old stuff. i guess that's obvious to anyone who cares to notice. and he was a fellow who pays attention. as we unloaded the things he was donating, he mentioned that he was moving away, and might i be interested in some doors he had as well? my usual reply to that sort of question is, "well, i'd have to look them over before i could say for sure," so in a day or 2 he was back with some doors. 2 of them he'd made himself, though i didn't know that till later. what i did know, was that they were really well crafted solid wood doors, and i said so. that's when he told me he'd made them. i think that was a bit of a test, cuz not long after we'd unloaded them, and after i'd put the really good stuff in a prominent place in the store, with a fond pat on its satin smooth surface, he brought up the subject of the pump organs. did i know anyone who might like a couple of antique pump organs?
and that's how these lovely things came to be in my ReStore. they're things of marvelous beauty, crafted from glowing hardwood and rich in carven detail. they need a lot of work; he was planning to restore them (couldn't resist the pun) but is now moving to Ontario for family reasons, and couldn't fit everything into his moving van. he figured we might be able to find them a good home.
i hope he's right. i feel responsible for them now, like orphaned children or pets.
the one with the green felt behind the openwork hasn't all of its innards. my summer student is thinking she may just have to take it home and convert it to a computer desk.
since the pump organs moved in, there's been an interesting assortment of very cool old stuff turning up. there's a feeling i get from the folks who bring these small treasures in, that it's an issue of trust. they're giving me things they value, but have no place for, because they trust me to treat them with respect.
i love my job