i think we as a society lost when we collectively accepted that the things we make won't outlast us.
like, well-built wooden furniture can last well over a century, if properly cared for, but trends come and go, so everything's made of particle board and veneer, and breaks down in under a decade. knives and hand tools and kitchen gadgets are stamped out of cheap sheet metal and are built to be disposed of instead of cared for, and only last a few years before wearing or buckling or chipping. houses are built as increasingly short-term investments, made of OSB and squeezed onto tiny lots, with the intention that they be redeveloped in a few decades.
i remember hearing an economics professor comment on roman bridges still being used by cars today, saying that if you over-engineer and over-build a bridge to the point it can still be used 2000 years later, then you've just waisted public funds and labor. and i remember how i grated against that. against the idea that something could be designed to last not only past the builders lifetime, but past the life of a civilization.
l'm not about to stand up and say that industrialization is an inherently bad thing. i think it's great that clothing doesn't cost thousands of dollars and people can basically furnish a home in their 20's for under ten grand, but like. i feel like there has to be some kind of social-psychological shift in knowing that the things we make now won't be around after we die. they won't be passed on and looked after. they won't be loved.
I write code. I send emails. I write documentation. the things i create will be garbage in a couple years, if I'm lucky. I'm drawn to bookbinding as a hobby, because i wish my words would last. i wish they would sit on someones shelf, be pulled down again and again, and live a life of their own. I enjoy woodworking because i can have some hope that maybe, if i make something good enough, it'll be passed from person to person, and maybe, one day, outlive me.
i think a hundred years ago people could expect to leave a tiny, physical legacy in the lives of dozens, hundreds, even thousands of people. I think today most of us can't imagine that. and i think that's kinda sad. idk what to do about it. but i think it's fairly new, and wish i could make a chair that someone will sit in a hundred years from now, and feel comfortable. that i could still touch their life, and make them happy, even if they'll never know who i was.
and to be super clear, that's not to say shitty stuff wasn't made a hundred years ago. it absolutely was. cheaply made things that fell apart have been a thing as long as humanity has been trading. some crappy copper comes to mind. my point is more, if you worked manufacturing, building, creating stuff, and you cared, and you put that care into your work, you could expect a legacy of it. not all of it, things will break, things will be lost, but like. some of it. at the very least.
My parents have a hundred-year-old couch.
It's a great couch. It's a Davenport--which both a brand of furniture and a type of sofa. (Like a futon, the back folds down to turn into a bed, but it looks like a regular sofa and has more structure to it. My parents' version also has storage; if you pull up the seat, there is a compartment that runs the full length of it. Unlike modern couches, it has springs in the seat and back instead of foam cushions. (There's batting over the springs, and it's actually very comfortable.)
In the late 30s-early 40s, my great-grandfather bought it used at an auction. He put it in his house. In the 1950s, when his health was failing, my grandparents moved in to take care of him, and raised their kids in that house. They had the sofa recovered. Sometime in the 1980s they had it recovered again. By the early 2000s they were both dead and my parents inherited the couch. They then got rid of their couch which was 20 years old and falling apart. But the old sofa was just fine!
In the last few years it started showing its age. The fabric was wearing out, the batting was shot, some of the springs were bad.
But the frame of it was still solid, as were most of the springs. They had it recovered (replacing the bad springs and the batting as well as the fabric) and it's still comfortable and functional today.


















