They lasted almost ninety years. These two bronze roosters resided at my grandparents home for just under ninety years. Thankfully, they didn’t eat much and were fairly low maintenance. They were for the most part well behaved and vet bills were few and far between.
I do so enjoy looking at old family pictures. Every time my grandparents moved to a different home, you can be sure there are photos of family members posing in front of those cocks. I know, I didn’t want to use that word describing roosters, but most of you know by now, I’m politically inerect, and I really can’t help myself. It’s not like I said cock fight. Yeah, chew on that for a while. But I digress…
For ninety years those bronze roosters made their way into each of my grandparents homes, and into their hearts. But eventually, my grandparents and the roosters both got older. And sadly, the roosters fell off of the wall and broke. Did they have any value at that point? They were literally a mascot for ninety years. My grandfather called me over to his house. “Boy, take these broken roosters and scrap them out,” he said. He pretty much called everyone ‘Boy’ because compared to his age, most people were boys (unless you were girls but his vision wasn’t that great – so there’s that). Not wanting to part with her longtime companion roosters, my grandmother was none too happy. She was a quiet, elegant woman, but it showed on her face. She knew that value isn’t something necessarily pertaining to money.
Yes, I took the roosters. But I didn’t scrap them out. You see, my grandmother passed something on to me. I know what’s of value and what isn’t. I took them to my shop and brazed them. I had them rebronzed, and those cocks really came back to life (sorry again, it’s just too hard for me to pass up writing it). And they look fabulous on my wall. They’ve lived with us for at least ten years. And they will stay with us until our children give them a home.
You see, when some people look at things, they may not see value. In fact, there may be little or no monetary value. But there are those who know that sentimental value can’t have an amount placed on it. Because it is priceless. The memories, the feelings, the good times (and bad), they all come rushing in every time I pass those roosters. And that’s every day. My grandmother, God rest her soul, I can see her smiling, knowing her roosters are safe and cherished. Maybe only in my mind, but I know she’s smiling.
What about you? Do you see value? Are you able to recognize it when you come across it? I bet you do, or you wouldn’t be reading this blog. And that’s a good thing because I know value when I see it. And I value each and every one of you. #Priceless.