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Sunday, November 9, 2014

Clock Watcher

I have a thing about time.

I am a clock-watcher.
I have to know the time at any given moment.
Day or night.
I didn't realize just how bad I was until I was in hospital after the birth of our third son.
He was born at 9:30 in the evening and I was so keyed up that I couldn't sleep.
All night long.
I'm sure you've heard people say, “It was the longest night of my life.”
Well, that night was.
I kept listening for stirrings that would indicate the coming of day.
But in a hospital, in a maternity ward, there are constant stirrings.
Sigh.
From that day to this, I have made sure that I have some sort of time-keeper handy.
Always.
Moving on . . .
For all of his life, Dad was a rancher.
He was good at it.
After retirement, he poured his energy and meticulous nature into the making of clocks.
Beautiful, inlaid, hand-crafted, gently-chiming clocks.
Which he then sold.
Usually to me.
At one time, I had six of them.
They, together with my tall grandfather's clock, adorned various parts of my living room.
Even their ticking was noticeable.
When they collectively chimed the quarter hours and then the hours, it was pretty nearly deafening.
I loved it.
Had gotten so accustomed to it that I often don't even notice.
Sort of like living next to a set of very busy train tracks.
Sort of.
Oh, I had comments.
“It sounds like a clock shop in here!”
“I feel like I'm in some sort of creepy movie!”
Okay, I'm not sure that the person who made that last statement was totally talking about the clocks.
Ahem . . .
And my favourite, “Could someone please tell me the correct time. I think it just chimed forty-two in here!”
Hey. Love me, love my clocks.
Get over it.
Details
My first purchase in walnut and purple heart





One of the newest in walnut and maple
More details in Rocky Mountain Juniper




































There is a codicil:
Daddy is now 89. Over the past year, failing health has forced many changes. The first was the giving up of his beloved workroom. There will be no more clocks from those gifted hands.
Suddenly, my collection has taken on a whole new meaning.

15 comments:

  1. They're so beautiful, it's a shame there'll be no more.
    You know where they will eventually end up don't you? Six children, six clocks....

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  2. Beautiful work. Your dad is talented. I do hope you left him at least one clock for himself!

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  3. Absolutely beautiful. I love clocks too. My hubby purchased a grandfather clock for me for my 30th birthday - one of my most prized possessions. The chiming drives everyone crazy but me!

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  4. Beautiful work! Time is something we can never get back, but the beauty of these clocks will last forever.

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  5. Oh, what lovely clocks! They really are works of art.

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    1. Thank you, Karen! I will pass that along to my Dad! :)

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  6. Those are amazing!!! I am a clock person too. I love them we used to have this beautiful cuckoo clock. I would love to find one of those again but these are the most beautiful ones I have ever seen. I feel the same way about momma's quilts they are like works of arts and it would be hard to part with any of them.

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    1. Exactly the same thing! I hope you have saved lots of them!

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  7. So beautiful - and even more special as they were made by your dad! Such talent!

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