JJ, you do have a gift for understanding what it is to be human. It IS those small memories of my Mom and Dad which sends me into a trance-like reverie thinking of them and the wonder of their lives.
Still got my 1951 Westclox ‘Baby Ben’ with all the places in the world that it’s woken me up etched into it’s backside. Rebuilt it twice.. Long’s it keeps ticking, so will I.
Now, this was a very touching comic today. I can so well understand how even a tiny memory of something minor can be a catalyst for remembering a loved one who has passed. I have similar sorts of small memories that trigger that wave of emotion for each of my parents myself.
We had one too. The hour hand was missing but you could move the alarm hand by turning time back behind what it had been set to. That way, you could figure out what hour it thought it was. I set the time that way, then set the alarm to whenever I felt like. (I was only 5 or six at the time.)
There was one key and spring for the alarm hammer and another for the clockwork.
My parents decided to replace the hour hand since I was determined to keep the clock operating. The hands had radium paint. I would stick it right up to my face in the dark and watch different parts of the paint glow extra brightly every time a radium-226 atom decayed. A few Gamma rays never hurt anybody and Alpha and Beta couldn’t even get through the glass.
Nicole ♫ ⊱✿ ◕‿◕✿⊰♫ Premium Member almost 7 years ago
I remember that too. Now I rely on my Kindle Fire to wake me up. How times have changed!
||| almost 7 years ago
… tick tick tick, Arlo.
cabalonrye almost 7 years ago
I remember winding my watch at the same time.
The Pro from Dover almost 7 years ago
I used to have one of those clocks and the stem would click and wake me just before the alarm sounded.
DDrazen almost 7 years ago
Not to belabor the point, but what Arlo’s thinking of is the Big Sleep.
Dani Rice almost 7 years ago
I still wear the Bulova watch my dad gave my mum for their 50th anniversary. Wind it every night.
Cminuscomics&stories Premium Member almost 7 years ago
Goodby, Mommie, I’ll never see you again.
edge2edge almost 7 years ago
JJ, you do have a gift for understanding what it is to be human. It IS those small memories of my Mom and Dad which sends me into a trance-like reverie thinking of them and the wonder of their lives.
unca jim almost 7 years ago
Still got my 1951 Westclox ‘Baby Ben’ with all the places in the world that it’s woken me up etched into it’s backside. Rebuilt it twice.. Long’s it keeps ticking, so will I.
Pipe Tobacco Premium Member almost 7 years ago
Now, this was a very touching comic today. I can so well understand how even a tiny memory of something minor can be a catalyst for remembering a loved one who has passed. I have similar sorts of small memories that trigger that wave of emotion for each of my parents myself.
paranormal almost 7 years ago
You probably couldn’t buy a wind up clock or watch now days.
ElGato almost 7 years ago
Memories are made of this, and those are moments to remember.
David Huie Green LosersBlameOthers&It'sYOURfault almost 7 years ago
UNCA JIM
“Still got my 1951 Westclox ‘Baby Ben’”
We had one too. The hour hand was missing but you could move the alarm hand by turning time back behind what it had been set to. That way, you could figure out what hour it thought it was. I set the time that way, then set the alarm to whenever I felt like. (I was only 5 or six at the time.)
There was one key and spring for the alarm hammer and another for the clockwork.
My parents decided to replace the hour hand since I was determined to keep the clock operating. The hands had radium paint. I would stick it right up to my face in the dark and watch different parts of the paint glow extra brightly every time a radium-226 atom decayed. A few Gamma rays never hurt anybody and Alpha and Beta couldn’t even get through the glass.
washatkc Premium Member almost 7 years ago
I get it. I miss my Mom every day. God bless her
karenkaleidescop over 6 years ago
my favorite Arlo and Janis