A ghost in the clock?
It stormed really bad this morning and well into the afternoon. The kind of storm that makes you wonder what’s coming next. When it quieted down a bit, Mom, Noodle and I made a break for our favorite museum and resale shop. Upon our return, I noticed the power had gone out at some point … all my digital clocks were flashing.
I went around the house to reset them all. When I can to my Grandpa’s handmade clock … that plug into the wall … I realized that it was correct. Now MPG was home during the storm, but judging from the grizzly bear sounds coming from the bedroom, he napped through it. So, I concluded that Grandpa have visited from the great beyond to reset my clock for me. I’m only about half joking, really, that 6th sense stuff runs in the family.
This was the first clock Grandpa Raines ever built … sometime in the 1960s. The works came out of an older clock Grandpa salvaged from Southern Illinois University … he was a carpenter and on the teams that build most of the “newer” buildings on campus. He often found things that were broken or discarded and found new uses for them. The clock actually resets itself, something I had never noticed and didn’t know until I mentioned the “ghost” to Mom.
This clock hung in Grandma and Grandpa’s living room from the day it was finished to the day I retrieved it after Grandpa died. All of the little gadgets on it represent him and my grandma in some way … every one has a story attached to it. “No ghost there”, said my mom. It’s all in how you look at it, I suppose.
