Someone has said, “Grandfather clocks come with two simple instructions”

 

  • First, don’t let it run down

  • Second, don’t wind it too tight

 

Aunt Ruthie’s grandfather clock sat in a corner of the sitting room, a fixture during most of my childhood. Actually, at first the corner clock was a dark mahogany one, handed down from an earlier Martin generation. Then Ruthie commissioned the making of a fancy walnut edition with a mirror to the right of the door made from the same wood stock. The walnut for the clock came from a tree on her property. It ticked and tocked, dinged and donged, faithfully.

A story in my memoir, Mennonite Daughter, features cousin Sammy and me sliding down the banister near the grandfather click, its face observing mayhem!

 


 

  • How do you avoid getting run down?

  • What do you do when you are wound up to tightly?

  • Do you have a cherished clock in your home?

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