Standing in the Ralls County Clock Company yesterday made me smile.
Now, you may be thinking it’s just a store filled with different types of clocks on display, but the more I snooped around and saw the different time pieces a lot of memories came to mind.
One of the clocks sounded just like the one that sits atop my grandparents’ mantle to this day. As it chimed it took me back to childhood. I can’t tell you how many times that old clock alerted me that it was time for Tiny Toon Adventures, Where In The World Is Carmen San Diego, Darkwing Duck and countless other cartoons on TV. I could just see myself paying close attention to the episodes sitting in Grandpa’s seat on the couch as I chowed down on five chocolate chip cookies. I always asked Grandma for five cookies because I wanted to be on Channel 5 in St. Louis growing up.
Every time I hear that particular chime it takes me back to Grandma and Grandpa’s house, a place where many memories still take place, where there’s no worry or anxiety, just a relaxing place that served as a second home.
I don’t know what it is, I guess it’s one of those things that goes unexplained, but when I look at a clock I see my past, present and future.
My parents’ grandfather clock still stands in their living room today and the house wouldn’t look the same without it. Every 15 minutes it chimes and reminds me I’m home. Doesn’t matter if it was when I was living there growing up or even today when I stop in and visit, I don’t really feel I’m in my parents’ house until that clock chimes. Makes me laugh to remember the countless number of friends my brothers and I had over to spend the night and how they complained the next morning because the clock was constantly chiming.
The same can be said about my late-grandfather’s clock.
It has since gone silent, but for many years it sat atop my grandmother’s television set to give us all the time of day. When I look at that clock today I think of all the movies, games and moments we had in her living room. The clock was there as we all gathered to watch the Rams win the Super Bowl, it was there for Christmases when we opened gifts. It ticked and tocked for quite some time after Grandpa passed and for many years it told us how much time there was before the Cardinals game came on, what time it was when the rest of the family arrived for a summer barbecue.
Even today in my house I have a clock hanging up that already tells a significant story.
Page 2 of 2 - I didn’t have a clock when I first started out on my own and I wanted something decorative. So I bought a nice one for $9 at the Odessa, Texas Walmart and it’s been with me ever since. When I look at it, I see the different places I’ve lived, how the rooms were arranged and the path I took to get where I am today.
But what I love the most is what a clock holds for my future.
As I glanced at all the grandfather clocks in the shop, it made me think of the one in my parents’ house. My parents got it the first year they were married and it has graced their living room ever since.
Makes me wonder what clock will be in my house one day when I have a family.
Will it be a grandfather clock?
Will it be something small, but significant like my grandparents’?
How often will I hear it chime? How often will I be in the presence of that clock and share an “I love you” with my wife? How many children will I teach to read time on it?
Well, I guess the appropriate answer is, only time will tell.