Over the past several weeks, the passage of time has been in my thoughts. The speed with which time passes reminds me of those movie scenes where a clock with swirling hands is shown to symbolize either moving forward or backward in the space of time.
One of my latest works of art (shown above) was inspired by my recent thoughts and by the creative works of Trisha, who makes fascinating collages. I titled my piece “Time Waits For No One” because time doesn’t wait. Even when you’re having so much fun you wish it would or when life is not so enjoyable and it seems to drag-time is still marching ahead.
For this week’s Pickin’ & Grinnin’ In The Kitchen Spot, I have a song about a Grandfather’s Clock to share with you.
The song tells the story of a man who received a clock on the day he was born. The clock stayed with him throughout his life-seeming to mark the important events. In return for faithful service, the clock only asked to be wound once a week. After 90 years of keeping perfect time, the clock stopped short on the day the man died-never to go again.
The song was written in 1876 by Henry Clay Work. He wrote the song about a clock at a hotel in England. The hotel was said to be owned by 2 brothers by the name of Jenkins. The clock kept perfect time-until one of the brothers died. Local clockmakers tried to fix the clock-but all attempts failed. When the second brother died-witnesses claimed the clock stopped working completely.
Hope you enjoyed the song. I especially like the “chiming” of the guitar.
I’ve never lived in a house with a Grandfather Clock. The Deer Hunter’s Aunt Wanda has one-when I visit her at Christmas-I find myself listening to the ticks and the chimes. Aunt Wanda says she couldn’t imagine not hearing the clock-it just wouldn’t be right. Funny how we become accustomed to sounds never really noticing them until they’re gone.