I remember how our home was always breathing the sounds of our clocks. Even now as an adult, going for visits brought me in many memories back to childhood days when hearing the constant patterned sounds of those time trackers. For me, it was home!
 
Today, I have a cherry finished Featherwood Cuckoo Clock, mounted on my living room wall. It is as busy as always, announcing yet another quarter hour has past. It’s recognition of mortality that some things don’t last, while others, like the cuckoo clock seem to last lifetimes.