tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post1816681381051781448..comments2024-03-27T16:39:46.349-07:00Comments on Island Musings: Time PiecesMarie Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03882722634065183364noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-16766217218277050132016-04-25T05:23:45.616-07:002016-04-25T05:23:45.616-07:00thank you so much for kind words dear,hope all is ...thank you so much for kind words dear,hope all is blooming peacefully in your pretty world bailihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06498012175058870980noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-14939447984723449242016-04-18T05:41:21.150-07:002016-04-18T05:41:21.150-07:00have a lovely days ahead along with joy and peacehave a lovely days ahead along with joy and peacebailihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06498012175058870980noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-31792654535369169222016-04-17T10:18:02.081-07:002016-04-17T10:18:02.081-07:00Imagine a blister from a watch. Incredible, Emma. ...Imagine a blister from a watch. Incredible, Emma. Thanks for visiting!Marie Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03882722634065183364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-14499503292062040722016-04-16T20:30:46.468-07:002016-04-16T20:30:46.468-07:00I so enjoyed your clock stories. My son has a mant...I so enjoyed your clock stories. My son has a mantle clock that belonged to my mother-in-law. My daughter has a rare wall clock from her as well. My first watch kept burning my arm. It had been a Christmas present from my parents. I told them it was hot but they said I would get used to the feel of it. When a blister formed on my arm they finally believed me. They took it back to the store. The store sent it back to the manufacturer who said they found that the tiny drop of lubricant had not been put in during assembly. I got a new watch. Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-80754844135456027422016-04-06T04:59:17.083-07:002016-04-06T04:59:17.083-07:00hope all is going so pleasant in your lovely world...hope all is going so pleasant in your lovely world dearbailihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06498012175058870980noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-11147710727923049302016-03-28T05:34:05.718-07:002016-03-28T05:34:05.718-07:00thank you for your kind words and visit dear god b...thank you for your kind words and visit dear god bless you bailihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06498012175058870980noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-87581601371722416202016-03-07T09:05:07.480-08:002016-03-07T09:05:07.480-08:00Time is a mystery, I agree, Baili.Time is a mystery, I agree, Baili.Marie Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03882722634065183364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-10890098412638541682016-03-07T08:53:55.450-08:002016-03-07T08:53:55.450-08:00loved this clock dear since my childhood i have pa...loved this clock dear since my childhood i have passion for watches and calendars as they reveal about time and time is a most mysterious secret to me bailihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06498012175058870980noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-3166111855167196462016-02-26T15:17:24.656-08:002016-02-26T15:17:24.656-08:00It is amazing to me how many of us have a clock st...It is amazing to me how many of us have a clock story. Thank you for sharing yours, Barbara. Loved it!Marie Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03882722634065183364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-3089961470799134852016-02-26T14:30:48.949-08:002016-02-26T14:30:48.949-08:00My MIL collected clocks, mostly wall and grandfath...My MIL collected clocks, mostly wall and grandfather. There was ticking in every room, sometimes from more than one clock, and they were not synchronized, so it was non stop ticking. Not all had chimes. Some had chimes louder than others. Across from the dining table was a Seth Thomas wall clock. I looked at that clock so often that when I became pregnant with my second child we decided to name him Seth if it was a boy. It was a boy and we did name him Seth. Sometimes I think Huck Finn would have worked too but Seth fit him just fine. Barbarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16894294588507668479noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-80338219402994763222016-02-19T12:48:16.181-08:002016-02-19T12:48:16.181-08:00I could take such a clock but not my husband. It i...I could take such a clock but not my husband. It is easier to look at than get accustomed to it.Marie Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03882722634065183364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-39380852004220528222016-02-19T11:46:57.791-08:002016-02-19T11:46:57.791-08:00I have a love/hate relationship with clocks as ag...I have a love/hate relationship with clocks as age and they track the passage of time. I cannot bear a chime clock in the house. It just makes me sad. I know that I am a bit of a freak of nature, but I got rid of the grandfather clock years ago. By the way, thanks for stopping by.Taborhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11053208644196545549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-73670107566700598542016-02-02T14:46:36.823-08:002016-02-02T14:46:36.823-08:00I love the various ways that people experience the...I love the various ways that people experience the same thing. Variety is what makes life so interesting. What is comforting for one is a nightmare for another. Imagine how boring if we were all the same.Marie Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03882722634065183364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-5642201842262647162016-02-02T09:03:46.408-08:002016-02-02T09:03:46.408-08:00Oddly I hated the grandfather clock we got from my...Oddly I hated the grandfather clock we got from my husbands parents. His father was blind and liked hearing the time while I hated to be reminded of each hour's passing.Taborhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11053208644196545549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-76423186469262333542016-01-29T15:33:27.518-08:002016-01-29T15:33:27.518-08:00I look forward to the post.I look forward to the post.Marie Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03882722634065183364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-44592948210250557402016-01-29T14:36:24.427-08:002016-01-29T14:36:24.427-08:00Yes I definitely need to do that.
I keep forgettin...Yes I definitely need to do that.<br />I keep forgetting about it.<br />Perhaps I will have to wait until the letter T on ABC Wednesday.<br />Thanks for visiting my blog.photowannabehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11760961275666768173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-73906004588080987812016-01-16T13:28:16.099-08:002016-01-16T13:28:16.099-08:00You should take a photo and write about it. Those ...You should take a photo and write about it. Those clocks are from another time and it is a nice reminder of those times I think.Marie Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03882722634065183364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-81265626791182275262016-01-16T13:00:34.756-08:002016-01-16T13:00:34.756-08:00Your post about watches and clocks brought back so...Your post about watches and clocks brought back some memories for me too.<br />My parents gave Hubby and I a clock that used to be on their mantle. I always loved it, with its tick tock and bonging chime every 15 minutes...loved it until we had it in our home. the loud bonging every 15 minutes drove us nuts and we had to stop it. Now it's just a decorative piece on top of our hutch. I think it hurt our parents feelings but we just couldn't take it any longer. <br />I think I will have to photograph it sometime and show the world. It really is quite lovely.photowannabehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11760961275666768173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-9170876187562192782015-12-26T06:37:12.037-08:002015-12-26T06:37:12.037-08:00Merry Christmas to you too, Angela.Merry Christmas to you too, Angela.Marie Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03882722634065183364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-19993506175234364392015-12-25T21:43:57.237-08:002015-12-25T21:43:57.237-08:00Merry Christmas!!!!Merry Christmas!!!!Angelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14795340509123902948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-16683648592503214032015-12-24T19:47:09.539-08:002015-12-24T19:47:09.539-08:00Same to you Jackie. Those clocks had personalities...Same to you Jackie. Those clocks had personalities of their own, didn't they?Marie Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03882722634065183364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2293097948980376506.post-34416061477606025062015-12-24T19:20:08.298-08:002015-12-24T19:20:08.298-08:00December 2015
My Grandmother (born in 1900) had a ...December 2015<br />My Grandmother (born in 1900) had a mantle clock, and I remember loving the sound that it made on the hour and on the half hour. Wonderful how memories linger....<br />I loved her clock. <br />Sending you hugs and wishing you a beautiful year.<br />JackieJackiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01214796594702277709noreply@blogger.com