I can recall lazy Sunday afternoons,sunlight streaming through the room window and the gentle "clack clack" of his prized grandmother clock,whose gentle pendulum swing counted out the remaining hours of the day before bedtime and school the following morn.
A sentinel of time it was there for all the main events in my young life and much mourned when it "clacked" no more, the hours and minutes it ticked away like the events never to pass this way again.
Funny how a simple thing such as a watch can stir these memories.
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