Down the Bog

I turn forty-six this week and there’s no doubt that as the years go by I reflect on the swiftness of life and what’s gone and what’s to come. I think the forties are a very distinct part of a persons lifetime before getting ready for the later years.

All my Grandparents are long gone and my Mum and Dad are well into their seventies. We live a long way away from them and I miss them and the home I grew up in. In that old house there’s a mantle clock that my paternal Grandfather gave to my parents as an anniversary gift back in the late nineteen-fifties. It looked a little like this and was a wind-up clock with three separate key holes that needed to be wound. I recollect the process so well of my Mum or Dad winding up the clock at least once a week.

It would chime each hour and I have vivid memories of laying in my bed at night with the house still and silent. Then I’d hear the chiming of the clock downstairs at maybe one or two o’clock in the morning. Just like Big Ben it would register the hour by it’s number of chimes so mid-day and mid-night would be the longest and one o’clock the shortest.. With young children myself we strive to keep the house quiet at night so sometimes I look back and wonder why my parents allowed the chime (it could be switched off) but it never bothered me, it was part of the home I grew up in and I have a strong affectionate memory of it now.

One day I’d like to inherit that clock but as I have an older brother and sister I’m not sure that it will be mine to have so I’m in mind to purchase such a clock myself that I can indulge in now and hope that my children will grow up to enjoy as an heirloom. I’ve often toyed with the idea of an actual Grandfather Clock because they are such magnificent clocks to behold but on balance I’d like this one made by Howard Miller Clocks. It so closely resembles the one from my childhood. It’s brand new but it looks perfect, it chimes and it winds. It’ll sit perfectly in our living room and I know that our kiddies will listen to the chime as their faces light up upon hearing it.

I’ve no idea as to the value of the clock my Grandfather gave to my parents nor how much it cost him when he bought it. Presumably it wasn’t all that much because he certainly wasn’t a rich man but it’s proved to be a wonderful gift going strong all these years later and with my Mum having grown a loving bond with it. Clocks seem to be the perfect gift and can last one lifetime after another leaving memories for those who’s lives revolve around it. To see a full range of clocks to choose from visit Clocks at 1-800-4CLOCKS

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