01/16/2025
Just a jar with some random mud, right? Nope!
Tonight, after years of mixed results, I was able to reconstitute a historic mortar without damaging the aggregate. The substance in the jar is, in fact, a mortar that was mixed almost two hundred years ago. Deprived of carbon dioxide through intense heat, it fell into its primary elements of calcium hydrate and sand.
With a bit of effort, I’ll be able to put this mortar right back where it came from in the weeks ahead. Just need to finishing working up a few hundred pounds of the old mortar.
To me, this isn’t simply a matter of environmentalism or economics. Rather, in a small way, the mason or mason assistant who mixed this mortar in the 1830’s is alive again. It is almost like striking the ground with a staff and calling the dead back to their work.
Unfortunately, I don’t know the names of the masons who built this particular springhouse. Regardless, I hope that wherever they are today, they’re able to get some small satisfaction in knowing that their work is still appreciated to this extent. For workmen like them, and me for that matter, our labor is our life, leaving an impact, no matter how seemingly insignificant, on our world.
It’s strange how my Catholic spiritualism, my love for history, and my devotion to my work have merged so completely to bring me to such a state of exultation over a seemingly minor achievement but so it is and always shall be.