This is the last line in my grandparents diary for July 9, 1934. I love it when history smacks you in the face. You read a diary like you're peering into your neighbor's living room window. Then something comes along to remind you that this all happened a LONG time ago (relatively speaking anyway.)
That's when the "I remember when's" start. I do remember when you had to wind up a watch to keep it telling time. I cracks me up to think back to when adults believed children would never again be able to tell time once digital watches and clocks became common place. I actually stressed about learning how to tell time on an analog clock as a child. Which was the hour hand, was it the short or long one? When someone says "clockwise" I still draw a circle in the air with my finger to make sure I have it going int he right direction! Luckily now I can just ask Siri what time it is. I mean, she even says "Good Morning" :)
While my grandfather was a man who loved technology, I'm not sure he could have ever gotten used to asking your phone for the time. He was a winder no doubt about it. His grandfather clock was never not wound; those BONGS could be heard right on schedule every time. (No matter how hard you were trying to get to sleep.)
I'm Jodi. Lover of genealogy, graveyards, and stuff that's old.