Trogluddite wrote:
.....My grandparents, appropriately enough, had a grandfather clock in their home, and I remember it being a wonderful sound full of little details and the lovely deep resonances of the big wooden case.
My grandparents also had one. It was in the "sitting room". The sitting room was kept for special occasions. We didn't normally go in there on family visits. I did like to sneak in there when I could though. It was totally silent except for the clock. Everything in there was kept scrupulously clean and tidy and it was a really relaxing place. Invariably someone would soon come looking for me and I had to go back to the kitchen where we all sat around a large table with everyone talking. I much preferred the sitting room and the ticking of the clock.
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