We live in some crazy times, all things considered. I don’t dwell in the past but when you get old(er) and also live in crazy times, it’s nice to think back to some other times. Kinder, gentler times, when things made more sense.
Not long ago a cousin gave me a reason to think back. This clock was in my grandmother’s living room on a tall desk. (Short kids weren’t tall enough to mess with it, good thinking grandma.) It was fascinating, how the little girl sat on her swing and kept swinging. I remember when I went in, I always looked at the clock to make sure she was still swinging. Then I’d sit on the floor in front of the desk and look at her once in a while while I played with the pretty buttons in grandma’s button box. It was always fun to spend some time at grandma’s. She made good cookies, too. 🙂
My cousin has the clock now because it was her father, my uncle, who gave the clock to grandma, somewhere in the early 1950’s. It continued to run, keep time and the little girl kept swinging till a couple years ago. Then she stopped swinging.
My cousin searched out a good man who works on clocks, and it took him a year to find a new motor for the little girl, and it came from somewhere in Canada. Now the clock runs and the little girl swings again.
Memories, some of them etched into your mind like they were yesterday.