Caught in Time

The pendulum swung as I steadied the camera and clicked. "Out of focus," I thought to myself. "This will never do!"

But the reflection of the table was focused. A flood of thoughts gushed toward me as I viewed the image. Many of Grandma Fun's cut glass beauties were captured in the reflection on the clock's glass door.

I never knew Grandma Fun. She died when Mr. Fun was a youngster, about 9-years-old. She would be great-grandma to our two kids; great-great-grandma to our three grandkids; and great-great-great-grandma to our little Tristan who turned 3-years-old last February.

When Grandma married Grandpa Fun in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, in the early 1900s, they were presented with many sparkling cut glass pieces, shiny sterling silverware settings, and beautiful place setting dishes.

Mr. Fun's mom has treasured these pieces for years and gradually passed a few of them to us. Today these pieces were caught in time.

The clock is our son's (a wedding or anniversary gift to he and his wife; their marriage eventually dissolved).

The clock now decorates our front room fireplace while ticking, tocking, and chiming a reminder in this home that time has not stopped. The clock occasionally, though, pours forth surprises of long ago--moments gone, but not forgotten.


Good night from Southern California.
Rosie (& Mr. Fun), aka Carol

P.S. We did nothing of importance today, except breathe. Every breath was valued!