Antique
One of my antique treadle sewing machines
I once heard that when something is 50 years old or older, it is then classified as “antique”.
According to that information, I am now an antique. I’m not so sure I like the sound of that. Although I am somewhat a collector of antiques, and enjoy studying them, having them in my home, and pondering about life during the time that they were made and used, I don’t particularly want to be one.
A Brass Candlestick phone (it still works!)
Mirriam-Webster’s definitions of antique are 1) : a relic or object of ancient times. 2) a : a work of art, piece of furniture, or decorative object made at an earlier period and according to various customs laws at least 100 years ago. b : a manufactured product from an earlier period.
So according to Mirriam-Webster, I still have another 50 years (Sigh of relief), although I don’t object to being classified as “a work of art”.
Antique Butter Churn
Another positive way to look at it, is in realizing that the older some things are, the more valuable they become. I like to think I have become more valuable in my old age. At least in the area of knowledge and exprerience.
On the flip-side, my physical self is just not what it used to be. It’s getting old and worn and tired. Not such a good thing. The older I get, the more I want to do, and the less energy I have to do it with.
Antique Potbelly Coal Burning Laundry Stove
Oh, to be young again!…
