Over the past couple of years, my sisters
and I have been sorting my parents’ things. Each of us claimed jewelry,
pictures, other odds and ends. From one of Dad’s boxes, I picked up an Elgin
watch. I had to laugh because the band was the classic expand-o-matic kind that
I remembered being advertised constantly on TV.
Just for grins, I gave it a wind, and sure
enough, it ticked. I wound some more and set the correct time. Sliding it on my
arm, every now and again, I would look to see if the time was holding up and it
had! I wore the watch over the next few weeks just to confirm how it ran. All
was good. So I took it to the jeweler for a check.
The jeweler said the watch came from the
fifties, that the band was probably the original – surprise! I asked to have it
cleaned and his initials engraved on the
back.
Not long ago, my mother-in-law passed, and as my sisters-in-laws and niece went threw her precious belongings, I picked up a small gold watch. Just for grins, I gave it a wind and set the time. This watch, too, stayed on time. The band didn’t snap properly. I thought “what the heck” and took it to the jeweler’s for his thoughts.
We didn’t guesstimate the era the watch
came from. She was born in the mid-thirties; so I’m thinking she received the
watch in the forties. He did listen and watch and was impressed that something
so old kept good time. He said the watch repair man could fix the catch and
would clean it as well. I opted to have the back engraved with all of her
initials.
I like wearing multiple
things together on my left wrist-bracelets, watches. I have no problem in
putting on two watches and something else. The more the merrier. I’m excited
about having something that once belonged to family and now belongs to me.
Is it dessert time? I’m a chocolate a day kind of gal and
rarely pass up cake. In that vein, how about delving into these dessert
stories:
Love blossoms in the small town of
Sommerville in these heartwarming, “cute meet” tales,
filled with fun and forever possibilities.
