Jupille sur Meuse , Belgium , 2004
Jupille sur Meuse , Belgium , 2004
He was working hard down in the pit in the freezing metal shop. It was a cold winter in Belgium but his face and bare arms were dripping with sooty sweat as he used his tongs to handle the white hot metal. As I watched from above and conversed with him, I began reminiscing my younger years when my late grandfather and I labored hard together at a stone quarry in Pennsylvania, and it opened a floodgate of memories and emotions. He looked up out of the foundry pit and saw me staring down at his tools. He carefully presented his tongs up to me in a gesture of a sacred offering.