'But all the clocks in the city Began to whirr and chime.....' My dad was a clock repairer. He could recognise some makes by their 'strike' as he called it. He fixed a German wall clock for an elderly neighbour once when I was a boy. She lived alone and it was just the three of us one cold Winter evening in her house. He got it working and chiming after years of it being seized. The chime was like an orchestra when it struck. An orchestra in heaven. I'll never forget it. I was never more proud of him.
Goosebumps in the reading of this perfect memory. I'm just blown away. There are some old clocks, mantel clocks some of them are called, and my ex had one that had belonged to his grandparents. It sounded like the ringing of bells in a cathedral. A glorious sound. Thank you so much for telling me about this beautiful night.
Poets and poems don't get much finer than this...
ReplyDelete'But all the clocks in the city
DeleteBegan to whirr and chime.....'
My dad was a clock repairer. He could recognise some makes by their 'strike' as he called it. He fixed a German wall clock for an elderly neighbour once when I was a boy. She lived alone and it was just the three of us one cold Winter evening in her house. He got it working and chiming after years of it being seized. The chime was like an orchestra when it struck. An orchestra in heaven. I'll never forget it. I was never more proud of him.
Goosebumps in the reading of this perfect memory. I'm just blown away. There are some old clocks, mantel clocks some of them are called, and my ex had one that had belonged to his grandparents. It sounded like the ringing of bells in a cathedral. A glorious sound. Thank you so much for telling me about this beautiful night.
DeleteTx, T.
Delete