Takes me back to a time of sitting in front rooms. An era now gone, of those Great Aunts and Uncles and cousins of the maternal grandparents generation, in the county we were born.
We now have the painting that sat on the wall in their best room, it is now in my Mum's best room. I was able to show and share memories in the type of room I grew up visiting, in recent times at the Geffyre Musuem of the home with my daughter.
It is sitting having tea with this generation now long gone, the tick tock and hourly chimes of those clocks in the background. Again those senses that come into play. These homes on the outskirts of a town so near to where we were born. No longer able to visit for new people now live there. And the maternity hospital pulled down to make way for a road. My husbands birth place is now pulled down in the time I have lived here, in this county. And the last time I went to Gravesend with my daughter, her birth place was then derelict. We joked it would make a good place now to shoot a home movie.
Clocks that take such pride of place in homes, and in all grand styles, in friends homes too. Memories too of my late Dad's favourite places he shared with us ... housing one of the oldest clocks.
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