Why I Love Clocks

Why I Love Clocks. My first conscious memory of a clock was after I was married and went back home for the first time. I had married the love of my life and everything was going fine – but I just wanted to go “home.” I was homesick. After being “home” for a few hours, I found myself alone just relaxing in Daddy’s black, leather recliner and drinking in the sounds/smells of “home.” Mama and Daddy had a large clock over the fireplace complete with a mesmerizing, swinging gold pendulum and rich, vibrant tones that played on the quarter hour. Nestling in that comfortable, old recliner and being quieted with the steady swing of the pendulum was soothing to the heart.

Over the years, I’ve developed a love for clocks, collected a few of them and hope to obtain more. Almost every room in the house has a special clock and each has its own unique music.

My first “real” clock was purchased unfinished and my Daddy finished it for us, which made it even more special to me. It was a 6’ Grandfather clock made of walnut with rich Westminster chimes that cheer you each 15 minutes and beautiful, deep dongs on the hour with the number of hours it happens to be. I love the music this clock makes!

A cuckoo clock was given to us from the parents of a foreign exchange student from Germany we hosted in our home for a year. He was living with us when the Berlin Wall came down. What rich memories! Every time the clock “cuckoos,” I think of him. It’s great fun to watch children when the birdie cuckoos and they try to figure out where that distinctive sound is coming from. Children are captivated trying to be looking when the little birdie pops out – reminding you of the time. When they actually “catch” him out, they are just gleeful!

My husband gave me another Grandfather clock made of oak. I’m looking at it right now. The rhythmic swing of the pendulum is almost hypnotic. It’s a little quieter than the original one, but still relaxing with chimes and dongs on the hour.

Just recently I purchased a beautiful wall clock for $7.42 (all the money I had at the time) at a local yard sale. After cleaning it up, adding a fresh battery, it sounds beautiful – even though it may need tuning up a little. This purchase made my day!

My husband recently asked me why I loved clocks so much. I didn’t have an immediate answer, I just love them. But the longer I thought about it, I understand a little better. We have several clocks in our home and I have them all set just a minute different that the rest, so I can hear each one’s distinctive music. (We won’t discuss how this drives my husband crazy.)

Clocks remind me that time is fleeting! There are a variety of clocks (cat clocks that meow; bird clocks that chirp; dog clocks that bark; Christmas clocks that play a different carol each hour, etc.) – just like people. Each person has his unique gifts/talents. The people in our lives enrich us with their own experiences and personalities. Some folks stay in our lives a little longer than others, but each one adding their music to our day.

Clocks gently remind us that our time is precious but limited, so it’s imperative to make the most of every day. Frequently I ask God to help me bless someone today or show me someone I can be kind to. Although I’m not sure what kind of music my life brings to others, I hope it is one that brings peace and comfort to a restless soul…much like my folks’ fireplace clock.. Article Source: http://arsharing.com

Article title: Why I Love Clocks By: Glo Johnsen

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