Yesterday I had a little tribute to my Dad. In it I mentioned his watch, and said there was a story behind it. As I thought about it, I realized it is a junking story, so I thought I'd share it with you. Maybe I got my junking gene from him. Who knows???????
One day dad came in the house carrying this broken watch he had found in the street in front of our house. It was a Bulova and the cool thing about it (for him) was that you could see through it to all the mechanics of the inside. He was a bit of a computer and gadget geek (that's an understatement) and loved this watch. He took it to a repair shop, had it fixed, and the crystal replaced. He wore that watch for the rest of his life. He replaced the band several times, but the watch remained a "prize" for him.
Now flash forward a few years, I had started dating Roger (who I met at my parent's business). I had told Roger the watch story. Well one day, while talking with my dad, Roger looks at the watch and proclaims "I lost a watch just like that several years ago". Of course Dad was, as he would say it "flabergasted", but Roger couldn't keep a strait face very long and they both had a nice laugh.
I now have the watch safely tucked away in a keepsake box. It stopped running years ago, and probably only needs a battery to get going again.
You can see him wearing it in this pic taken in the 70's.
And this one taken in about 1981
When Roger saw me writing this post, he said "you have that?" I said yep, and he said he wanted to take a look at it someday. And my Dad's brother bought a Bulova that is see through because it was "like" dad's. I guess we never know what "thing" people are going to associate with us after we are gone. I'll keep the watch forever as well as a few other momentos from his life.
His life was more than these things of course. But they are a collage' of the man who was, and a bit of what he left behind.