A marble timepiece...

...in the article. It was presented to my Great Grandfather in 1868 on his retirement due to an accident returning home from work through the railway sidings...I remember that clock from my childhood. It was in the dark musty room where the curtains were all half drawn and the stag paintings looked out from the walls, and the stags heads and antlers over each doorway, and the embroidered peacock on the fire screen...it was so life-like...it was a scary but fascinating room...

I had no idea that clock had been presented to my Great Grandfather who died 120 years ago. I was researching genealogy today looking back through old newspapers of Ireland, but then got a link to this one in Derbyshire...

The clock was at my Grandparents farm where I spent a lot of my childhood.

Oh, by the way it was presented to him while he was still with his first wife and children. My grandmother wasn't even a twinkle in his eye then. His first wife then died unexpectedly at 40. And 5 years later he married my Grandmother's mum, but she and her twin were still another 6 years in the future...