My grandfather passed away three years ago at the age of 92.
When my father was in the service and dating my mother, he was stationed in Germany.
He brought two cuckoo clocks home with him. One for his girl(my mom)
and one for her parents(my dad was no dummy).
When my grandfather passed, we had the job of cleaning out his house. We all got together at his house. We relived old memories, it was very healing. It was the house they raised their children in and welcomed grandchildren and great grandchildren to.
There were only a few things that I really wanted. A bench,
the cuckoo clock and Christmas decorations.
I felt like the clock was link to my Dad and my grandparents. It isn't the fanciest of cuckoo clocks out there, but I just loved it. I have always loved cuckoo clocks and I think a lot of it has to do with hearing the story about how my dad brought the clock home from Germany.
My mom had found a guy who tuned it up for my grandfather before he passed. It was important for my mom that the clock work for him as she knew he was not long to be with us. The clock man told my mom that the clock was missing a trim piece on the top. He tried very hard to find the piece to put the clock back as it should be but couldn't find it. My grandfather couldn't remember whatever happened to the piece.
Three years later, this past October I was at our town's Octoberfest. The historical society in town always has a barn sale. Honestly there is usually just a bunch of junk but I like to try to support them and buy something. This October, I hit the jackpot.
I saw this box and heart skipped a beat.
The clock was a mess. Missing the little hand and all.
But it had the piece!
I bought the box for $20. I would have paid more.
How could it be that it was mid afternoon that this box was still there.
I truly believe there was a little Devine intervention
or at least my grandfather pushed me in the direction of the box and
everyone else away from it.
I got it home, cleaned it up and then
the moment of truth.
It fit and everything is now as it should be.
It makes me so happy every time I walk by it.
I always make sure if we have a family gathering at my house
that the clock is wound.
Every 30 minutes there is a cuckoo to remind us that my
grandparents are still with us.