Tock, tock, tock

I don’t know when I received the clock from my pater­nal grand­moth­er, prob­a­bly when Ger­maine “broke the house” to go live with her daugh­ter Jeanne D’Arc. I had hung it in the hall­way of my new house in 2008 until I start­ed to undo every­thing. It spent about ten years in the base­ment, hang­ing from a joist.

As with the pho­tos I’ve put back togeth­er, I took the oppor­tu­ni­ty to dust off the clock, replaced its bat­ter­ies, and hang it in the din­ing room. I feared that it had died because one of the old bat­ter­ies had slight­ly leaked.

But it seems to be keep­ing time.

Sur­prised to find it in my pos­ses­sion, my fam­i­ly won­dered how old the clock could be. It’s hard to tell because there’s noth­ing on the back that helps us. At first, I thought, since it runs on AA bat­ter­ies, it must not be that old. This type of bat­tery was invent­ed in 1907, and its actu­al for­mat was stan­dard­ized in 1947. How­ev­er, the plas­tic mech­a­nism betrays its time. A reverse pho­to search allowed me to dis­cov­er a sim­i­lar clock dat­ing from 1970.

I read a lit­tle about of Bulova’s his­to­ry, a com­pa­ny found­ed at the end of the 19th cen­tu­ry by Mr. Joseph Bulo­va (of course), Bohemi­an who immi­grat­ed to the Unit­ed States.

The clock itself is only of val­ue because it belonged to my grand­moth­er, who died at 100 years old.

I was sur­prised by one thing when I was enjoy­ing my last day off, read­ing in the large room where it was hung : tock, tock, tock.

Time as I had heard it before, every sec­ond more insis­tent than the drops of water from a bad­ly turned off faucet. It was both peace­ful when I lin­gered, irri­tat­ing when I read. Even­tu­al­ly, I get used to it. Tock, tock, tock, and then time goes by. Tock, Tock, tock, it’s still there ! Tick, tack, tock ; it’s vast, one sec­ond, it’s a whole ocean, one hour…

Is it a good thing that we have silenced these clocks with our elec­tron­ic watch­es ? This ques­tion does not even deserve an answer. Things are what they are.

Tock, tock, knock, the plan­ets are still danc­ing, remember ?