My love for old clocks began when I was a child. My grandma's Aunt Mandy and Uncle Tee had an old mantle clock that sat on their mantle over their fireplace. There was a picture on the face of this clock that depicted an old lady and an old man sitting in rocking chairs on each side of a fireplace with a warm fire blazing. In the room, Aunt Mandy and Uncle Tee would be sitting on each side of their fireplace with a warm fire blazing just underneath their clock sitting on the mantle. They looked just like the picture on the face of their clock. As a child, the whole scene looked enchanting.
The second clock belonged to another old man named either Jasper or Elijah. Funny thing that I can't remember which name belonged to him. He was my friend Kathy's great uncle and he lived with her and her family. He had a long white beard that I liked to touch. I remember him being very kind. On a table in his bedroom, he had an old Anniversary Clock. Underneath the clear glass dome I could see all the workings of the insides. That was mesmerizing to a little girl.
And that's how my love affair with clocks began.