My father and I used to have great conversations. He told me one day while he was working as a surveyor in the forest of Trinidad and Tobago his cutlass hit a piece of metal. He dug out the object and he said that it was black like tar, but he took it home and he soaked it in soapy water, scrubbing it day in and day out. This is the picture of the metal. A lovely brass lamp… This lamp is more than 80 years old.