Even Willy gets a little sentimental every now and then.
This morning as Willy was taking a small nap, after breakfast and before getting ready for work, the old clock on the mantle seemed to struggle dinging off the 6 o'clock hour. The six chimes were slow and somewhat unmethodical.
Willy's mind wandered back to only a few years ago when the clock set on another mantle, far away in the Texas Panhandle. Yes, at that time it was a weekly ritual of my father to wind the old clock. Yes, a ritual that was very important in the week. Dad thought it needed to always be done at a certain time, not just anytime. That time was when he thought it needed it and it was not subject to anyone elses thoughts.
Yes, he would slowly (age had crept in to the tired old body) move over to the clock take out the winding key and methodically give it a certain number of winds on the two keys - one kept the clock running and the other kept the clock chiming. This was not something that he liked to entrust to anyone else, but occassionally someone else would wind it. But not without his explecit instructions.
Well, the old clock is setting on a different mantle now and gets wound at least once a week. Sometimes it is early sometimes it is late. Sometimes Willy forgets and the chime becomes slow and dismal as it was this morning.
As Willy winds the clock this morning, thinking back to the other mantle where it once set - Willy wishes he could wind back the clock a few years and just take a few more instructions on clock winding.
Just my thought for the day!
10-4 Willy
Amen to that! You made me cry. I really miss them even though I am one of the outlaws of the family!
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