As you probably know, we’re visiting family in France right now, and we’re staying at my Dad’s Aunt and Uncle’s house (my great aunt and uncle). While I was explaining my newly acquired hobby (collecting fountain pens), she interrupted me, saying that she has a nice old fountain pen in the house that she would like to give me. I didn’t think much of it at the time, I figured it would not write and be in several pieces, but it was nice of her anyway to think of me.
A few minutes later, she stands up with a start and hobbles over to her room, and a little while later, she comes back with a little bag in her hand containing a black pen. She hands it to me explaining that it belonged to her grandfather (Joseph Dennecée), and was given to him when he graduated from Medical School in… get this, 1902!! The little band on the top cap of the pen showed that she wasn’t making it up, engraved on the gold band was “J.D, 11 juillet 1902” (11 July 1902). The trim of the pen (lever, clip and little gold bands (I don’t know what those parts of the pen are called) were shining as if they were new (plated in gold). The body was light brown (meaning it was exposed to a little sunlight), and the nib was in perfect, I mean perfect condition. The only thing that was ‘wrong’ with it, was that the sac was broken and reduced to dust, and there was some solidified ink in the pen (nothing that a few hours/days of soaking in water with a little bit of ammonia couldn’t fix).
Anyway, I’m very excited about my old, old, old pen (or new to me) and will definitely post better pictures as soon as I can (these I took with my iPhone!)!
“Whenever people say “We mustn’t be sentimental,” you can take it they are about to do something cruel. And if they add “We must be realistic,” they mean they are going to make money out of it.”—Brigid Brophy (1929–1995)