My Grandparents Clock

My Grandfatherparent's clock was given to me after my Grandmother passed away 10 years ago this summer, along with enough money to have a deposit on my current (small) house :)

Its a beautiful clock, but sadly has stopped going in the last 18 months. I think the battery in it was too old!

So its been sat on the shelf under the stairs waiting for me to sort it out. The question is, should I have it mended or should I let it go somewhere else, and is it worth anything? Lots of thinking ahead, and finding out....along with everything else that needs doing. I may set it aside a while longer, but don't know what I'll do. Does anyone in 'blipfoto' know what they would do?

Hard times at the moment....but here's a reminder of the song 'My Grandfather's Clock' which brings back many memories of my grandfather who mended clocks and watches as a hobby~but sometimes took far too long over it!

here Johnny Cash!

My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more

It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born
And was always his treasure and pride
But it stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering
It stopped, short never to go again
When the old man died

My grandfather said that of those he could hire
Not a servant so faithful he found
For it wasted no time and had but one desire
At the close of each week to be wound

And it kept in its place, not a frown upon its face
And its hands never hung by its side
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

It rang and alarmed in the dead of the night
An alarm that for years had been dumb
And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight
That his hour for departure had come

Still the clock kept the time with a soft and muffled chime
As we silently stood by his side
But it stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering
His life seconds numbering
It stopped short, never to go again
When the old man died

Grandad was also a printer by trade, and in the RAF was something big during the war but I don't know what~he wasn't proud, he sent his medals back. One day when I have the time I will try to find out.

I miss my Grandparents very much, I was privileged to have my Grandad until I was 36 and my Grandmother(s) (both of them) until I was 40. They were a big support in my young adult life especially after my mother left home, leaving my (younger) brother and me, and my father went to pieces. When I am low, I think of them both watching me from above, and wonder what they would think if they knew me in real life now?

The board the clock is on is a 'sample' of painting with distemper from a course in a Jocasta Innes craft shop quite a few years ago now. Its useful for a background!

In other news the back windscreen wiper on my little trusty peugot 106 has decided to keep on going even when its turned off~help! Has anyone got any idea what I can do myself that doesn't mean spending lots of money I don't have at the moment? The AA couldn't help me and I know nothing beyond tyres and oil in the car!!