I had completely forgotten the memories of being at my Gramma’s house in the summertime and listening to the grandfather clock chiming every hour. It also chimed every half hour and now that I have been reminded of those times the memories have come flooding back.

I can still remember as a very young girl just waiting for those chimes to ring. Somehow, I found it to be almost magical. I may have even thought somehow that those chimes were just for me and that somehow they were going to bring good times and happiness to me always.

My sisters and I spent almost an entire month with my grandparents every summer for years. I still remember looking forward to getting on that Greyhound Bus and taking that trip to Gramma’s.

We all looked forward to it every year and of course we were always more than ready to start our trip back home when the time came.

Still, I remember distinctly lying in my bed at night and just waiting for that grandfather clock to make it’s music. I wanted it to chime constantly and I always felt such a thrill when I did get to hear those beautiful, melodic sounds.

I remember asking my gramma one day why it didn’t chime all the time and she explained to me how it only chimed on the hour and half hour so as to let us know what time it was. I still didn’t understand how we were supposed to know the time on the half hour because it chimed only once and that is what it would do at one o’clock too.

I now have my own grandfather clock and have become so used to the chimes I sometimes don’t even hear them. It’s rather sad that we become so accustomed to something that sounds so elegant that we may not even hear it but there are times when it chimes and I get a wonderful feeling inside.

My grandparents have long since passed but sometimes when I listen closely to the chiming of my clock, I go back in time.

I remember learning to ride my bike there in the summertime. I remember my grandpa going hunting and gramma making rabbit stew.

I don’t really remember eating it although I probably loved it back then. My grandma was a wonderful cook.

I also remember whenever we got on that greyhound bus that I couldn’t wait to see grandpa’s dog Jet. He was a greyhound. We weren’t really allowed to play with Jet to much because he was a hunting dog but I remember loving him a lot.

So when I am not to wrapped up in my life today and I hear my grandfather clock chiming, I try to take a few minutes to be taken back to those wonderful times in my childhood. Times I will never forget and even though I would remember them without the memories of the grandfather clock at my grandparent’s house, I remember that that grandfather clock is one of my favorite memories.

I am so grateful that there was a grandfather clock in my childhood because I still love remembering that beautiful sound ringing in my ears long before I knew what it meant for time to pass by and cherished moments to be only a memory.
Kimberly Aita
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I love the chimes of a grandfather clock and the cherished memories that can last for a lifetime.
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