![]() 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.) |
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