My parents bought this beautiful antique wall clock
in Germany when they lived there during their first year of marriage.
It hung on the walls of my childhood home for many years.
My parents just recently gave it to me and I am honored to have it in my home now.
I had it stored in a closet for a few months.
Every time I would talk to my mom, she would ask me if I found a spot for it yet.
The guilt started to get to me.
I took it out of the closet and walked around the house with it one day.
I tried it in several different spots.
I wanted it to hang in a prominent place, but somewhere out of the way of flying balls.
Not that anyone here ever throws balls in the house (insert sarcasm), but just in case.
I finally settled on this nice little safe corner.
It is somewhat shielded by the cabinet, yet I see it every time I pass by.
Nice and protected from flying balls (I think).
I seem to remember it chiming quite a lot as a child.
I am looking forward to having it repaired.
We need some more noise around here.
I did a little research to learn more about this clock.
I came across an identical one here.
I love filling our home with treasures from the past and family heirlooms.
To me, it is what truly what makes a house a home.