The Majesty of the Grandfather Clock
I’ve only ever been exposed to one grandfather clock on a regular basis—the clock that sat in the hall of my Christian school. It was a gift, and it sat in the hall calling out the hours and parts of an hour during class time, its deep, majestic sound being heard for the whole floor.
There’s something regal about grandfather clocks that tell time (or at least appears to tell time) with the pendulum moving. It’s a unique form of art and a joy to behold.
Now that we’re gearing up to start educating our children, I think back to that clock and the fond memories surrounding it.
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