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[blank]The May issue of Styling magazine was released today and it is wonderful. Coty Farquhar took the theme of gold for May, and my contribution features the work of a local antique restorer, working on a carved gold frame.[blank]
[blank]If you would like a shot of beauty then pop on over and browse the magazine and enjoy Coty’s fantastic pictures and inspiring text. [blank]
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Its a lovely read.
Lové the beauty over hère, you inspiré all things European.
Beauty and grâce.
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Bisous
Doré
Your posting reminds me of a local framer (he's actually nationally well-known) who makes, restores, and deals in very high-end frames. He has a daughter (I think she's in her mid-twenties) who has Down's Syndrome. As you might expect, unfortunately, folks have said, all of her life, that she wouldn't be able to "do" much, if anything.
Quite to the contrary, her father's trained her to be a very accomplished frame gilder. The material (genuine gold leaf) is extremely expensive, and there's no margin for fooling around with the "rules" or making mistakes….or growing "bored" and rushing a job. She never does ANY of that. She never varies the established procedures (I would last about five minutes at the job). Consequently, she has her own business within her father's shop.
Similarly, Herve's cousin (who suffered extreme brain damage in her adolescence, so that she also "would never work") is employed as a security guard for the amroed trucks which transport money from bank to bank in Paris. Far from "not ever working", she carries a gun (yes, it's a real, loaded one) and rides around Paris guarding millions of euros, etcetera. She NEVER varies the established protocol/routine. Once again, it's a job in which there's no margin for growing bored or doing it "my way". She's perfect at the job and has held it for a decade.
—-david terry
http://www.davidterryart.com
Heartwarming stories above from David, dovetailed nicely from your post about frame restoration and/or the work of gilding or working with gold, which my father painstakingly did in his 20s when becoming a silver engraver (belt tips and buckles, earrings, money clips, parade wear for horses, etc.; we still saw his work in jewelry/antique shops decades after he no longer did the work and became, of all things, an accountant…sigh…).
I have a second cousin in Texas, U.S.A. who was born with Down's Syndrome; I was only age 10, saw the newborn at a family reunion at Thanksgiving, whispering to my mother on the side, "Mama, what is wrong with that baby?"
Well, that baby is now age 50 and he wasn't expected to live past adolescence. I have little-to-no contact with these relatives anymore but I have learned through others that he does indeed have a job and assists his now-elderly father at home.
When I was a young, single woman living in my new but modest condo for which I'd saved diligently…over several, fairly-hardworking years at boring desk jobs…I had a mature husband-wife couple who lived next door to me who were raising their Down's Syndrome grandson (rejected by his own mother who was their daughter). I'll never forget his beauty…bubbly, delightfully-chubby toddler with a head wreathed in curly blonde ringlets like an angel. His name was Isaiah and he never stopped smiling. His grandfather beamed, saying "he is a child of God." Never more true.