My Granddad's Rolex

things built to last

I’ve been looking at watches lately. Automatic watches.

There’s something about the fact that all you have to do is wear it and keep moving that it gets energy from you that I think is amazing.

It’s

Real.

Mechanical.

Weighty.

Tangible.

Magic

like my granddad.

My Granddad bought things that were made to last.

He was a woodcutter. He delivered oil with an oil truck. He also had an appetite for things built to last.

In the early 60’s he bought a Rolex. Oh boy could you imagine the pride he had of owning such a wonder.

He wore that thing for twenty years.

One day while cutting wood, he lost his precious watch.

The next year, he was cutting in that area again.

Whaddayknow?

There it was. His Rolex. Dangling, from a little twig of a tree.

He put it on, gave it a shake, set the time and it was good to go.

My uncle wears it to this very day.

Very good to know Jim. What’s your point?

Plastic junk gets thrown away.

Things that are well made? Things built to last?

They collect stories.

What do you want to leave behind?