Some years ago, I stayed at my Aunt Alice's house, to help her get a Thanksgiving meal ready. On her mantel was an old clock. I fell for the sound of the ticking, and the chime on the hour. There was something about the sound that I found so soothing and comforting. So I decided someday I would find myself a ticking, chiming clock.
Enter Rocky Mountain Clocks on South Broadway in Denver. A wonderland of clocks. When I started my current job, I took my first check and picked out a clock for them to refurbish. It was the best one I could afford at the time and I had it for 5 years. One of the amazing things about Rocky Mountain Clocks, is that a few years ago, they took it back on trade, gave me credit for it, and let me upgrade to this beauty.
No picture I take can do it justice. I love this clock. It has an eight day movement, and the ritual of winding it once a week is part of the pleasure of owning it. After getting it home, I discovered, with great joy, a label inside the clock. A label (hard to get a good picture of) from the person who sold the clock.
Hans Gudio, Jeweler and Optician. Larimer Street, Denver Colorado.
I love my clock.
Someday, I'll wander into Rocky Mountain Clocks and drop a grand on a Grandfather clock.