Reflections Thanks to an Antique Fair

 

Hello everyone! Hope you had a very nice weekend.

So, yesterday I went to a antique fair in the city were I’m on holidays. It’s a cool fair, it has many things that we don’t usually see and it sort of brings out a desire to know more about old things in me. I saw stamps being sold very cheaply, but then I saw others that were far too expensive for my very limited knowledge (I should probably say that for a long time I’ve told myself that I should start an stamp collection, but since I haven’t bought a folder were to put them nicely… better not).

With my family we have been many times there. If any Chilean reads this, its the one in Valparaiso, next to the Congress building. If you are not Chilean and you happen to read this, now you know that there is an antique fair that settles next to the Congress building in a city called Valparaiso. (Not to seem like a tourist guide, but if you ever go there, the fair is on Saturdays and Sundays .. and it’s a beautiful city filled with colour and inspires the imagination with it’s many little roads that go up and down the mountains. It’s a city for an adventurer)

Anyway, today I saw a very old cauldron made of copper and my imagination flew. I saw myself in 1850 New Zeeland  as the owner of a wool farm preparing a mean soup there, by the fire, with all the boys that helped me move our sheep from the mountains to our fields, so we can start the wool cutting and collecting process. Or maybe in southern Chile, same time, in a cottage somewhere deep in the countryside with a storm raging outside and a good onion soup on the making, just like my mother does it, a soup to bring the heat back to your veins.

I didn’t buy it, of course, I have no place to put in in my house, but it got me thinking about all the stories that ancient things have. Say the saddle a Spanish conqueror used when America was first discovered… how many things must have seen and heard? Not only wars and blood, but the longing of the men, their hopes and dreams of new life filled with riches and all. I find it extremely interesting to think about their state of mind… would they lie about who they had been? Brag about adventures and ladies they never had? Boys would be boys after all.

But then, maybe I don’t have to go as far as to mention a 400 year old saddle. Maybe there are things all over our own houses that hold many tales, of sorrow and joy, that we may never know.

I have an old family heirloom in my room, given to me by my grandmother. It is a very old little wooden chest with a little drawing at the top. It was my great grandmother’s and funny thing is that the chest has little burn marks in it. I never knew what they were about until my mother explained to me that my great-grandmother loved candle light, and she usually had candles all over the house. More that once she had fought with her husband about it, since he said that those candles were going to burn the house down at some point. It never happened, but now my chest has little burn marks made by those candles and it is a story that I would never forget.

Of course, in an attempt of figuring out their source I imagined the chest being stolen or surviving a great fire. I even made up a very amazing tale of two lovers who couldn’t be together so they used that box as a hiding place for their love letters that only they could find, and when one of them betrayed their love and got married, the other tired to burn the box but changed his mind. It never happened, luckily, but it could have made a very cool story.

So, that all for my reflections for the moment.

Take care everyone!!

Kika