Although he was Canadian to the core, Grandpa Arnold seemed vaguely European. He owned a jewelry and clock shop in our small town. Clocks lined the walls of Grandpa's shop -- tick-tock, tick-tock, keeping time month after month and year after year. Everything seemed to sparkle. Life was stable: man was man and God in His heaven.
From Grandpa Arnold I developed a love of clocks. His mantle clock now sits in our house. It been in the family for over 85 years ticking away the days, months, years and decades for generations of our family.
The music below is for his memory and a gentle bygone time. It reminds me of Grandpa