In the quiet hours of the morning, the chiming of our grandfather
clock caught my attention. It chimes 4 times on the quarter hour, 8 on the half
hour, 12 on the 3/4 hour then 16 times on the hour. In addition then on the hour, the chiming
is followed by a different tone of chimes equal to the hour it is on the clock.
We’ve had this clock nearly 15 years so Cindy & I have heard it chime a ‘million’ times
over those years. For some reason this morning, the chiming made me think of my
dad.
Dad was born early into the 20th century so he grew up in a much
different way than me. I recall his stories of growing up in those days and the sayings that
were from that era. As I thought about that clock this morning, it reminded me
that dad didn’t say it was “6:15” or “6:30”. To him, it was always “quarter-past
six” or “half-past six”. Certainly either way is correct, 6:30 IS half-past the
hour of six, but I believe it’s one of those ‘generational’ terms.
Dad’s been
gone a long time…and it’s been a long time since I’ve heard anyone say…”it’s
half past six”. Funny how a simple thing like the chiming of a clock, took me
back all those years ago, to good memories of my dad.
REMEMBER: Never worry about numbers. Help one person at a
time and always start with the person nearest you.
– Mother Teresa
Be talkin’ to ya.
Dan
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