Lately, I have become obsessed by clocks, especially the old ones, rusty, beat-up, no longer working, wind-up clocks. I don't know why they fascinate me so. If I see one someplace, I just want to take it and give it a good home. I have many others to keep it company. My brood keeps growing, and with Dad joining in on the hunt, if there is an old clock in the vicinity it will be found. We have brought some back from Globe, Willcox, Silver City, Camp Verde, Bisbee, and Texas - Round Top that is. These clocks are a reminder of how fast time passes. Time flies. Just look at the grandkids. It seems like only yesterday I was flying all over the country for their births. Joyous occasions. And now, one married, one on a mission, one leaving soon for his mission, a beautician, one in college, a senior in high school: the list goes on. And our youngest grandaughter will soon be 11, and the youngest grandson soon to be 10. And the topper------We have already celebrated our 50th wedding anniversary. Where does the time go?
