Random 5 Friday

I

This is a developing tank for movies.

My grandfather made ​​them.

He has made many objects themselves and they all were not only practical, 
but also of particular aesthetic.

Everything has its function , associated with beauty as well.

This circular on the lid is not just decoration, but the air output. For it may be in developing the movies no bubbles in the gelatin layer.

Therefore you must carefully knock on the can so that the air escapes after having filled developer solution or fixer.

I know that yet, because I used to work with it for a long time...

And of course , do not spray light to the film - for this he made
 this rounding . - Cool, isn't it?

II

My grandparents lived very simply and modestly, 
and they have lived their entire lives for their work.

Grandmother made ​​enamel, grandfather was a goldsmith.

Some people think that goldsmiths are rich. But it is never their own gold, with them they are working.

III

I have lived as a child for a short time with them and that was the luckiest time of my childhood. Everything was so calm and orderly and beautiful in a simple way. The objects of the apartment and the whole life. The days were filled with work, but always there was also time to play with me to read and to go out into nature.

Gladly I would have been there forever...

IV

This time of year, 27 years ago, my grandfather suffered a stroke. They carried him out of his workshop and he never came back there.

He was artificially kept still 7 weeks in the hospital on life without hope of improvement - that was not a good time and not a peaceful death.

I thought in recent times repeatedly at him.

He died in march, shortly before his 94th Birthday.

I loved him very much and I miss it to this day.

V

And now the poetically part - лирический часть -

The child was still small but it knew the way exactly . 
 Up the hill and along under the trees .
 Already there saw the familiar roof
 To enter the old house was like a different world . 
There was one workshop in the basement and one top of the house. 
Peculiar smells of shellac , technically alcohol and many others. 
The stairs to the attic went around the corner and there was a tiny door. Behind there lived the "Klabauterman", had told her grandfather.
 The door was rarely opened. 
Also the walls had doors to chambers and cabinets.
 Everything was mysterious and interesting.

The child loved his grandfather very much. 
But it was also a kind of distanced love.
 Quiet the child came to the door and saw him sitting.
 At his workbench in front of the window
 Carefully sneak closer , just do not abut him
 He made very fine work, and often he did not even hear the child.
 But there were always moments when he called it zoom.
 Showed him what he was doing. 
Tiny beads of gold and precious stones. 
The child was particularly fond of the blue. 
 Lapis lazuli . 
Stones with flecks of gold.
 In the corner of sheet metal and wire was rolled . 
They turned together the crank . Heavy .
 Grandfather cut the agate and the child watched. 
Or he developed photos and it was quite dark. 

Sometimes the grandmother stood up from her work 
and went into the kitchen. 
They toasted sugar with butter in a pan and made 
hot caramel - milk from it. 
They drank from cups of similar color, with a blue and brown pattern . 
The child said camel milk. 
And she crept under the camel hair blankets.
 Familiar soft colors and everything was put in order and had his time. 
The child dreamed of caravans. 
With camels the blue and turquoise stones 
were brought from the Morningland. 
Morningland - that sounded like awakening. 
The voice of the grandfather mingled with strange music.
 Secure in the Eveningland the child fell asleep.
Under camelhair and blue. 

This photo he took of me at the age of 5 years.

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