The old clock bongs seven times. Brandy and I have been outside to the pen—brr. Molly is in the basement hunting and Jay is still bundled all comfy in bed.
Say did I ever tell you about the old clock?
Nothing real special about it except the brass plaque on the back that reads: Mary B. Axsom For 25 years service at Michigan Bell Telephone Company 10-08-84. I remember when I proudly showed it to my sister-in-law Peggy as it bonged out the hour. Her reply was, ” Twenty Five long years”! I can still hear her voice as the words matched the frequency of the strikes. It has become such a family joke that even 22 years later Cindy will still repeat those words when she hears the clock.
The first baby blanket is ready to be delivered, I started the second one yesterday but the baby is due around the 19th of this month so I have to work to get it done because I am very slow
Molly just came back upstairs and Brandy is back in her bed for another short snooze so I guess I’ll crawl back in for another hour until the sunshine peeks through around the drawn blinds and heralds another morning that Momma has lived to see!
Goodness, that Brandy girly-dog has grown! And she even looks like there could be a bit of a grin for the camera.
The clock is a beauty. Although ticks and chimes make be nervous. I usually feel like I should be doing something industrious to be passing time.
The baby blanket looks soft and comfy. To be doing another so quickly will take some effort.
For a Re-ty-ree, not a problem. Right? Right?
~~love and Huggs, Diane
I love the clock. My father worked for NW Bell and so did my aunt. My father started out as a lineman and my aunt as an operator. Early on she managed the other operators and wore roller skates to get around more quickly. This always amazed me.