What did you do in the Apiary today?

[The Poot]

Yes, nothing lasts forever. A day and a half and my parents house is cleared and empty and the history of my youth is gone.

It’s very distressing and a sudden break with the past.
On returning to the South after my Dads funeral (inSuffolk), we found our house broken into and burgled.

Now, the thing I find most poignant is using tools that were my Dads, but I’m so very pleased I have them.

 

[Macbear]

It’s very distressing and a sudden break with the past.
On returning to the South after my Dads funeral (inSuffolk), we found our house broken into and burgled.

Now, the thing I find most poignant is using tools that were my Dads, but I’m so very pleased I have them.

Very sad about the burglary.
It is so good to have tools that carry memories. Today, I was digging using a spade belonging to my late father-in-law. When I paint for my model railway I use my late mother-in-law's palette, and she gave me my carving tools. Many of my woodworking tools were my grandad's. Handling these things stirs reflection that those people took care of the work they did with those tools and believed that "if you look after your tools they will look after you."
Yes, certain aspects of our past are lost. Good ones can be etched into memory. Bad memories are best learned from and then binned to be replaced by new ones.
A brief spell looking at my hives today. Maybe 4 bees per minute going through the entrance isn't much, but they remind me of happy times in the season and offer hope that my colonies will overwinter.

 

[roche]

So many of the tools and books I use were given to me by people whose memory springs to life again whenever I use the tool, or read the book.