Saturday, April 30, 2011

120:365 And While We Are Dreaming, Time Flies

My mother had a clock like this back in the early 1960's. This one is hanging on the wall at the funeral home where my Aunt's wake and funeral were held. It looks like new to me, and I'm reasonably sure it's been on the wall, in the same place, since at least 1961 - many of the furnishings seemed to be from about that time, and yet they were nice - not shabby, and comforting the way the oddly familiar often is.

It took me right back to another place and time . . . just as the song in the post title does. I looked for a YouTube of it, but didn't find the one I wanted.

1 comment:

candy t said...

Thanks for sharing. I remember seeing a clock like that once.