Monday, April 11, 2011

Tick Tock

Memories... what strange things. Sometimes we're accused of having selective ones. A song, a building, some words and we can go rocketing back to another time, another place. So out of control, it seems. They bring laughter; they utter forth tears of pain or joy; sometimes we even search out explanations to our dreams gone awry. Grandparents for me hold very memorable place. How I ended up with Josephine and Albert, I'll never know. I do know I have an endless, it seems, bank of recollections. Too many to list for sure. Here's one. This Seth Thomas clock ticked away my youthful summers at the head of their dining room table. The gentle tick tock was such a soothing sound, in the middle of a twelve year old hectic pace. I'm listening to it now in my kitchen. Got a loving grandparent memory? Please share with me today. I'm in that mood.

16 comments:

  1. Memories make us live again all pas moments.
    Good and bad.
    Have a great week.
    Costas

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  2. WHen my German grandad took me for walks through the vineyards in December and kept telling me: hush, did you hear that? It was one of Santa's helpers...

    With your photo, you've just reminded me that I'm getting older with every tick.

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  3. I have many memories of spending a Saturday night with my grandmother and walking to Sunday mass the next day with her. On the way home, we would always stop at the variety store and she'd let me pick out some penny candy. She fostered my love of reading by buying unusual (for someone not yet a teenager) books - books about the presidents, the coast of Maine, and so on. I was so impressed with her, as she was a Gold Star Mother who would travel around the country to attend conventions. She was not a "stay at home and bake" sort of grandmother!!

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  4. It's part of us!
    Beautiful words and beautiful clock!
    Hugs
    Léia

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  5. I loved staying overnight at my Grandparents house. Their youngest, my aunt, lived with them and I had to share her double bed with her.
    Every morning my little Slovak Grandmother would shuffle in, shake me awake and ask me, in Slovak, "What do you want for supper tonight?"
    The thought of any kind of meat and potatoes at the crack of dawn always made me want to barf. But I never told her that.
    She was the type of 'slam a stranger over the head with her purse' if they were rude, type of lady. You didn't mess with her ever smiling face.

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  6. Now I have very fond memories of my grandparents, but then I remember that I was quite afraid of them, my fault obviously...

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  7. Nicely done. Lovely clock. Some grandparents were great, some not so much.

    We have a Seth Thomas clock very much like this but with darker wood and a slightly different appearance hanging in our dining/piano room.

    Which makes sense seeing as how we are not only grandparents but great-grandparents. The funny thing is the clock was given to us by our son! So our clock brings back, not memories of our grandparents, but our son.

    Son of a gun!

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  8. I have my grandmother's hutch/secretary in my dining room and although it holds different objects than it did at her house, it still makes me think of my childhood and those Christmas Eve nights spent around her little Christmas tree.

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  9. I had the most wonderful Granny in the world! She moved in and became a mother to me and my sister after our own mother died when we were just babies. She was a saint and I miss her every day.

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  10. The only Grandparent I had was my Grammy--my Mother's Mother. She was a doctor and let me stay in her office at times. And she taught me how to embroider. When she was 80 she told me she would like 20 more years but with a clear mind. Well she lived to be 94. She left us almost 40 yrs ago. My eldest was 6 at that time and the two of them would walk around arm in arm enjoying themselves. Memories of my Grammy. MB

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  11. I have grandmother.She is more than 90 years old. I love her...
    Beautiful post and clock!

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  12. Having tea with my grandmother out of my own little china cup and saucer which I still have!

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  13. I have my Italian grandmother's rolling pin and I wrote GRANNY TORRELLI MAKES SOUP based on crazy times with her, slapping food around the kitchen. She taught me to test the done-ness of spaghetti by tossing it up against the wall.

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  14. This clock brings back the memories of my Grandfather. He used to have a wind-up clock in his bedroom and he used to use a kind of key to work it everyday. Memories good. Thanks for bringing back my memories with your clock picture.

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  15. Visiting my "Mama" in Kentucky when I was a child living in North Dakota. We would make the drive each summer. I fondly remember her taking out a large, wooden bowl of flour...then adding a bit of lard and milk. Then, voila - biscuits! No measuring, just the magic of her fingers working. After the dough had formed the bowl of flour was covered with a cloth and placed back in the cabinet. Mama (Dorothy Bird W.) is still living at the age of 96 with all of her faculties!

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