I have the privilege of living in lofty heights. This was already the case when I was a child. Our skyscraper stood on a mountain, we lived on the 9th floor and had a phenomenal view of the city. At that time all windows could be opened, so it was my father’s job to clean them here and there.
My parents and grandparents had taught me to value craft. As a child with my mother I combed through countless barns, cellars, attics, storerooms and dilapidated houses, industrial ruins searching for old farm furniture, equipment, and tools. My mother has saved several items for the ensuing ages and carefully restored what would have been lost otherwise.Read More »