Appreciating Handcrafted Clocks
My grandfather was something of a renaissance man. He couldn’t sit still for longer than a few minutes at a time – unless he was reading an engrossing novel or some philosophical treatise, of course. For the most part, he spent his post-retirement days tinkering away in a workshop off the garage. He arrived at my wedding reception with a homemade coffee table strapped securely in the back of his station wagon. I could see a proud gleam in his eye when he unveiled the table, which was made of the finest mulberry wood, retaining some of the bark and knots for decoration.
More than anyone else, he admired the European clockmakers of old who put so much time and precision into their work. He owned several handcrafted grandfather clocks – two in the den and a few lining the walls of the workshop. Every hour on the hour, the entire house would be alive with chiming tones and protruding cuckoos. He always talked about crafting his own clock someday, and I think he could have succeeded.