The grandfather clock has a great history in our family starting in the old farmhouse across the street in Andover.
It was a 25th wedding anniversary gift from my ex-husband on our 25th wedding anniversary. Don Hazen, an old family friend, hand made it from solid cherry. The chimes are magical.
My brother Phil found out just how magical when he slept in the same room as the clock and I forgot to turn off the chimes. Every fifteen minutes, half hour and on the hour, a special little bing-bong. Poor Phil didn't get much sleep.
Oakley, the dog, had a go at the clock when she was a puppy. Cherry is a very hard wood, but she managed to chew a pretty good hunk out of the front. God bless Don Hazen for coming to my rescue and doing his best to repair his work of art.
Marv and I took the clock to Newburyport yesterday. He said it wouldn't fit in the Izuzu, but I proved him wrong. It stuck out in the front seat between our two heads. Probably not the safest thing.
Every bump gave us a new sing-song. The chimes rattled out their melodies for an hour and a half down the pike.
The grandfather clock now awaits us at our apartment in Newburyport.
For those how doubt me or have ever doubted me, I WILL get it done.