After I posted the blog about a clock that my father made from a birch tree in our backyard in Owego, NY., I got some responses.
Several people said that it would be a tribute to my father to restore the clock. Refurbish it. Make it come alive again. So, I did it. A friend, straightened out the hands. I found a AA battery. In a few minutes it was silently ticking away the time.
I put the clock on the top shelf of my Adirondack/Mountaineering bookcase.
It’s there for a good reason. On the shelf below are my pitons, carabiners and climbing slings. I was once a fair rock climber. Now these items only remind me of who I once was. I can’t climb 5.4 rated climbs in the “Gunks” anymore. I put the clock in a corner. You will notice that there are no numerals to mark the hours. I thought of going to Michael’s craft store in Plattsburgh (I won’t go to a Hobby Lobby because of their discrimination policy) and buying small foil numerals for the clock.
I decided that I wanted the clock to be free of numbers. I have a fairly good sense of how a clock is set up. I don’t need reference points to mark the passage of time.
I can sit on the sofa and look at my rock-climbing paraphernalia and remember my life when I was in my thirties. I was fit and I was strong and I was fearless. Now, I look up at the clock with moving hands but no numerals. Do I care if it’s 5:15 or 6:15?
Not really. Time is relative. My memories are flood waters in my mind. I think about the past more than most people and probably more than I should.
But, when I look up at the clock that ticks silently and without the hours marked…I don’t feel that time is ticking away in my life.
It’s just a piece of wood, full of memories, full of my father’s love for his sons and now, a new-found love for my dad, who took time to put the timepiece together.
When I look at it, I don’t wonder what time it is.
It is what it is.
Heart warming memories….I believe that this is the time in our lives when we all look back at what once was. It helps when you look at those younger than you doing the same things. And they are looking back at us not imagining we ever did!….we have an knowledge filled from those memories…a knowledge that they will be in our place before they realize it and will then sit in a chair and reflect in the same way. Oooh that cycle.