My grandfather’s clock

About a year ago I finally had my grandfather’s clock renovated by an horologist.  

I believe it was likely a wedding present for George & Florence in 1926, which he lovingly tended until his passing in 1987.  Sadly, when he passed and stopped winding it, I could never get it to go again.  So it remained as an attractive ornament on top of our dresser for many years.

However, it is now chiming with a glorious mellow sound on the hour and half hour.

Thought for the day:

“No matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore