I was just looking for items that have stayed long enough in my home and I stumbled over this old clock we have. I was a little bit surprised because I've been away from home for quite sometime now, coming back to see it was nostalgic for me. I wasn't so surprised on the other hand because I know my Dad has a very high degree in keeping things. If you want to throw away any household item, you'll have to do it when my Dad's away, else you're doing no such thing. I kind of like it, you know. Getting to see items that were gotten long before I was born and stories about them is just interesting. Although, keeping a lot of things we don't use anymore is no way of helping to achieving a clutter-free home but who's complaining?
My parents have been married for over 40 years and this clock was one of the legendary items my Dad held so precious. That was the only clock I knew we had from my childhood till now. Although, the glass is broken but it doesn';t take away I feeling I get when I see it. As a child, one of the things I love about this clock is the way It's shaped like a house,I don't know if I'm being delulu but it kind of looks like a house right?
I guess my Dad was afraid the clock would fall from a height if he hung on a wall, that's why he decided to keep it at a corner in our old sitting room. Whatever the case is, that became my favourite spot just to sit and watch at the hands of the clock go round and round and round. It wasn't long till my sisters started teaching me how to tell the time. I didn't always remember the specific names of the hands of the clock so each time they wanted me to check the time, they'll say "check where the long hand and the short hand are pointing to". Then, I'll run inside and come out before you can even blink your eyes. After telling them the numbers the hands are pointing to, they'll want me to guess what time it is.
I remember one time I went to check and the time was exactly 12:30, I came and told them that the short hand was at 12 and the long hand was at 6. My elder sister said "okay it's 12:30". I started arguing that it was 12:06, because literally the hands were pointing at the both numbers, where did she see the 30 that she added? She laughed so hard at how confident I was saying the wrong thing. Of course I didn't believe her, I had to wait for Mom to come back to confirm if what she was telling me was correct, I wanted a solid source.
The moment I started telling the time correctly, I felt like the Boss. Most days while leaving for work, my mom will tell me exactly the time I would begin my homework when I come back from school and I will keep running back and forth to check the time because I didn't want to miss a second. I would yell loudly to my little sister who's carried away with playing " Mom said do your homework once it's 3 o'clock!". One of the neighbours will tell to start right away, but Mom said 3 o'clock, I just want to keep the time. Very necessary.
Here we are in the future with much technological advancements. I wonder if people still buy the analogue clocks in recent times? Probably, I'm not quite sure but I miss the old tick-tocks of the clock and the chiming when it's 12 sometimes.
