When I was growing up my mom had lots of clocks. Most of them were old.

Most of them came from her family. One was about 100 years old when I was a child that would make it about 150 now. They came from her Ancestors. A

few were from my Dad’s side of the family. They all went bang bang and bong bong and I loved them. She had a few newer ones to that made no sound. Mom would never let us touch the old clocks. She either wound them

or my Dad did. When she was out of the house then I could wind them

because she was not there to stop me. I was always very careful because I

knew I would be in a lot of trouble if I broke something. My mom loved her clocks.

One day I was in a clock shop looking around and saw an anniversary

clock on display. Whoever brought it in did not want to pay for the repairs

so I got it for the cost of repairs. I gave it to her a few weeks later. She loved it

She had always wanted one and talked about it a few times so I knew she wanted it. We thought you didn’t have to wind it but my dad said you have to

wind it but you only wind it once a year.

Years later my Mom died. All the old clocks went to my sisters by prior arrangement. I got back the anniversary and a couple of cheap clock I had bought her. The cheap clock fell apart and I ended up throwing them away.

I still have the anniversary clock. I have quite a few other clocks too. None

of my clocks are very old but I love them anyway.

One day about 4 or 5 years after my mom died I found myself with some extra money. Extra money is rare usually I just barely have enough to pay

the bills with a little left over for food. I had always wanted to get mom a big Grandfather clock that sat on the floor but never could afford it when she was alive. Now I had the money so I went to Pennys and started looking at the clocks. I heard a clerk telling another couple about one so I listened. I liked