When you’re a youngster, there are many aspects of life you simply take for granted. Trips to my mother’s great aunt and uncle’s home was such an event. We traveled the seemingly long road to their hill-tucked home every spring to enjoy the fruits of their harvest. It was a feast to say the least. What I remember most, though, was their collection of Grandfather Clocks. I’m not sure how many they owned, but the number 3 sticks in my head. I remember my siblings and me running around their home trying to race the clocks, so to speak. We took it as great fun; fun that I now miss.

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