This clock was part of my childhood. It chimed every hour and every half hour. It got so that we didn't hear the chimes at all. This past week my mom brought me the clock for safe keeping. I made room for it and wound it up, set the time and it is now ticking away in my dining room. It doesn't chime on the hour anymore, but does one chime on the half hour. Hubby isn't very happy about that, but I figure he'll get used to it! It is a comforting sound to me. Reminds me of happy times!
Beautiful! (And he will get used to the chime. . .) How wonderful to have such a comforting memory-maker so close.
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