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I love those Ball Clocks! Family call me The Clock Monster, there is at least 1 in every room of the bungalow. Living at my granparents’ Staffordshire cottage as a kid, I would fall asleep in a feather bed, listening to the Grandfather clock in the hall, chiming quarters and hours. As I was having a very bad time at home then, it became a comforting sound. Granddad was not the Clock Monster there, that was gran, born in a Romany van in the West Country. She brought the clock, pots and pans to the marriage: how her family managed with that massive clock in the Van, I can only wonder at. The pots & pans were used to make some of the tastiest meals I have ever eaten. Granddad bought me a Mickey Mouse watch in about 1950, I wish I had it now!
My lovely MIL did me an enormous honour, by giving me the old mantel clock that was her grandfather’s. He was a Griffiths, a watch and clock maker and repairer in Nuneaton. He also travelled around Warwickshire and Worcestershire, setting and repairing church clocks. The mantel clock had stopped and needed repair, which caused me to take it to a clock repairer: his work was carp and the clock is now the world’s slowest timepiece. It has not stopped in 2 years, but just keeps going very, very slowly. I must make a point of finding a recommended clock repairer.
Mickey mouse watch, 1950 –
Memories! The oldest memories are now becoming the sharpest in my mind.
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