Good day to you all,
I went to bed as clock number one, struck five a.m.
My house is on the border line of being like an old friend
of ours. I say old; he wasn’t in age, just in soul.
His house was full of clocks and my friend and I used to
laugh as they never went at the same time, not even close by the way? There
could be fifteen minutes between them all. He had about six. Grandfather clocks,
Grandmother and mantle clocks. All chiming. They drove you mad. I love clocks.
Love the history of them. As I have told you lots of times before about my
English living in America Dad’s beautiful clock, which has a real soul. I absolutely
love it. It represents family from yesteryear.
I think it was his great Aunt’s. I always see him sitting
next to her, her on a rocking chair, and him by her side, kneeling down looking
up and listening to her telling stories as she knits him a jumper for the
winter.
Now then, one, she may not have ever knit? Two, she may not
have owned a rocking chair, but, for sure she owned the clock. I can almost
smell the room, with its thick rich polished wood and shelves of old books.
Some cakes baking in the oven and the fire crackling behind a worn out beige fireside
rug. With crocheted cushions so neatly propped on their corners and some lavender
in a vase on the netted windowsill. A dull light just gives some shadowed comfort
to the room. My DD in his shorts, as boys wore them in those days? With his
little metal fire engine in his hand as he looks in glee towards his Aunt. Well
their clock has been around the world and still ticks over a century later. Travelled
from the UK to America. I think the clock was old when the Aunt bought it, so
what history?
When my English in American Dd reads this, Hahahahahahaha.
He will be thinking, oh my God? But I like that image.
Well getting back to my old friend’s clocks, he had such
pride in them. He had what I can call a quirky house. He was and still is, blind.
We would get out the taxi as we visited him; walk up the step to get on his
path, down a huge step. Then down another couple of steep steps, before walking
into the door. As we entered the door. We walked down four more steps into his living
room. To get to the kitchen, you would walk up those steps again, and up
stairs, to the bathroom, was two flights of stairs? Now we won’t even talk
about the danger of his back garden? He had music boxes from the auctions and
old everything including furniture. Now he was in his forties?
Very unusual person.
I remember when I bought Hub the cuckoo clock, this man got
great delight in looking at it, bless him.
He is very eccentric and will be a very lonely person as he
gets older. Sad people like that, I think loneliness, is the most horrible
thing. I often wish I had a magic wand and was able to visit people who are
alone, the only trouble is, I would end
up feeling really sad for them and want to adopt them all.
If there is someone in your street or nearby you and they
live alone, if you can just say hello to them, what a difference that will
make? If you can stop and talk to them, you will make their day. If you can
arrange a cup of tea with them, that will make their week and to arrange a
visit once every week or so, that will make their life so much better and half
an hour of time. To improve a life of someone that costs nothing, what a
wonderful person you would be? Remember too, I really believe in what goes
around comes around. You just don’t know your destiny. You don’t know what your
future is? You could be a high flyer now, global travel, business person of the
year, having to turn down friends requests of going out, as you just have too
many commitments, but, that can all change. In a accident, or your mind may not
be able to cope with life, so you cannot help having a breakdown an you will
find yourself in that place of loneliness.
If you are, I hope I can visit you or someone better and
laugh with you and make you feel alive.
Everyone needs a special person. Being special, costs
nothing. How much is your time worth?
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