My New "Old" Clock

When I was growing up I spent a lot of time at my maternal grandparent's home in Dubuque, IA.  It was there my grandmother taught me to read.  Needless to say I have some pretty strong memories of that house.

In the kitchen was a small dark brown cuckoo-clock that had been there forever.

When I was stationed in Germany one of my trips was down to the Schwarzwald,or Black Forest.  My mother sent me some cash and asked that I purchase a couple of new cuckoo-clocks.  I know one was for my grandparents and I was free to pick the clock I liked the most (for the money).

When my grandmother passed away a couple of years ago, my mother made sure to save me the clock I had purchased for her and now it is finally on my wall.  The tick-tock of the pendulum swinging back and forth is oddly comforting.  This particular model has a switch to shut off the hour and half-hour cuckoos, but we haven't shut it off yet.

I still have to fine-tune the pendulum to get it to keep time accurately, but otherwise it works great.