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“If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
'Til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you.
If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then,
Again, I would spend them with you.
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do,
Once you find them.
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with.” (Jim Croce)
“My grandfather's clock
was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor.”(Erich Doll/Henry Clay Work)
As you can see, this particular clock hasn’t
spent any time on the floor and I can't make it stand up correctly here. It sat on our mantle for more years than I can remember and was my husband, John’s, blessing and bane. This clock was more temperamental than a cranky two year old and he loved
it dearly. It would go faster than it needed to, or slower, or throw its chimes out of sync but it was one of our rituals, before we left for church every Sunday morning, John would wind the clock.
The clock is a Seth Thomas constructed of wood with a Bakelite veneer. It features Sonora Chimes, made in the early 1900’s, and for most of our life, forty-eight years, here in this house we regulated our sleep by hearing
what time it was by the chimes marking the quarter, the half, the three-quarter and, of course, every hour. I also knew what time every teen-age Davis actually got home.
John’s Uncle Virgil, who lived in Union Oregon until his death many years ago, was the original owner of the clock and when he went to his heavenly reward, the clock went to John. I suspect Uncle Virgil bought the clock not long after it was born and it has been in our family always.
Last March I took it in to our local clock master-craftsman, Berj DerMovsesian, as it had not been running for quite a while and I needed to see if he
could whip it back into shape as I wanted to pass it along to our oldest daughter, Leah. His eyes lit up like he’d just won the lottery and I was thrilled and somewhat relived that he would be able to work on it. He exhibited righteous horror when he
removed the back cover, pointing out to me all the atrocities which had been committed upon the clock by past so-called experts. No doubt in my mind it was in the right hands now.
When it got to be mid-June, I went in and asked whatever happened to my clock. Berj said he had just gotten all the parts, was fine tuning it and it would be ready any time next week. So, the next Tuesday morning at 9:00, Leah, her husband, Chuck, and I met at Baldwin Jewelers so Berj could explain to all of us exactly how to care for the Davis Family Seth Thomas Clock. Let me just say that it was seriously complicated and I am beyond glad that Leah and Chuck will be in charge of this precious heirloom. Berj confided that he liked the clock so much that he kept it on his workstation so he could hear it chime while he worked as it has such a beautiful sound. This didn’t surprise me. Waking at night and hearing the clock chime was comforting, reassuring and gave a feeling of permanence and peace
Wanting to know just a little bit more about our clock, I googled it (I love you, Google!) and found Seth Thomas was born in Wolcott, Connecticut in 1785, went to work for clockmaker Eli Terry in 1807, bought out Mr. Terry’s factory together with Silas Hoadley in 1810 and in December 1813, bought out Heman Clark’s clock-making business in Plymouth Hollow. Seth Thomas Clock Company began producing clocks in 1813. According to Berj, this particular Seth Thomas clock is a gem and, even though incompetent hands have invaded it, it is once again in splendid shape. Hearing the Sonora Chimes ring was just plain awesome and brought a vivid picture to my mind of John reaching up, Sunday suit jacket stretching across his back, with two separate keys to carefully wind the clock. No one else was allowed to touch it and Leah was a little reluctant to touch it, even under Berj’s guidance.
Pictures like these that come to mind are a gift from God. I see my best friend and most beloved husband so clearly and think he would be pleased that his precious clock is restored and will remain in the family.
“O Lord, make me know my end and what is the measure of my days; let me know how fleeting I am! Behold, you have made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely all mankind stands as a mere breath.” Ps. 39:4-5
months today, John has been hiking heavenly hills, handing heavenly little Milk Bones to angelic pooches, just like he did here on our Mt. Wilson Trail.
“Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So do not fear; you are more valuable than many sparrows.” Mt. 10:29-31
“But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.” Is. 40:31
There are about 300 verses in the Bible concerning birds. That last one about mounting up with wings as eagles was the life verse of Jay and Leila Davis, John’s parents, wonderful people who loved God with
all their hearts and never ceased to pray for us.
God loves His birds. Remember Noah, releasing a raven out his window to see if the land was still covered in water? Then he sent out a dove and that little guy came back with an olive leaf in its beak. Then...
“God! Opened up the door to a world they’d never seen before! Sun was blazin’ in their eyes. Birds flew out and filled the skies. Then two by two, they lost their zoo! Those animals had more fun than anyone! Racing, chasing in the sun! A whole new life had just begun!” *
The picture is a bird who comes almost daily to perch at the very top of this very tall tree, which has to be 50’ if it’s an inch. He sways up there, surveying the world spread before him. He sits peacefully for many minutes. We arrive at the same time, around 6:00 a.m. or so, and he looks at the world and I read my bible and the day’s passage from Jesus Calling. I call him the bird of hope.
On May 24th, the last part of Jesus Calling was this awesome thought:
“There are actually more than four dimensions in this world where you live. In addition to the three dimensions of space and the one of time, there is the dimension of openness to My Presence. This dimension transcends the others, giving you glimpses of heaven while you still reside on earth. This was part of my original design for mankind. Adam and Eve used to walk with Me in the garden, before their expulsion from Eden. I want you to walk with Me in the garden of your heart, where I have taken up permanent residence.”
This picture...the garden of your heart...made me hope that the garden of my heart is filled with all
good things, like the fruit of the Spirit. My friend, Cecilia, said, “The garden of my heart is full of Christmas trees and lights today.” That the picture of flowers I had sent her, “Are reminders that God cares to make all the little things
beautiful. He is love.” Gardens usually involve birds.
The bird of hope was on his perch and mentioning him to Cecilia and my granddaughters, Ashley and Nicole brought forth several lovely stories of birds who seem to bring encouragement and...well, hope!
Cecilia: “That bird reminds me of right after I had Sadie (her three year old daughter) I had the baby blues but every morning at 4:00 I would hear the same bird outside my room singing. He was like my best friend. I will never forget the melody the bird by my room sang every day. He really brought me joy when I was depressed.”
Ashley: “There is a hummingbird who comes to my back yard almost every day. He always shows up when I feel anxious or worried about something. I know it is God telling me to relax and he will take care of me.”
Nicole: “I had that same thing when I lived in San Diego, hummingbirds around when I was feeling any anxiety at all. Amazing!”
Scott Daniels, Senior pastor at College Church of the Nazarene, Nampa, Idaho used a phrase frequently to explain wonderful, unexplainable things, “It’s Him again!” The bird of hope is Him again. The dawn singer outside the window, “It’s Him again!”
When I see that bird, swaying on that high branch, I feel that same thing, “It’s Him again!”
“That is why I tell you not to worry about your everyday life – whether you have enough food and drink, or enough clothes to wear. Isn’t life more than food, and your body more than clothing? Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to Him than they are? Can all your worries add a single moment to your life?” Mt. 6:25-27
Seen any birds lately?
* “Look For The Rainbow” “Hands!” The Musical - Lyrics by Deanne Davis, Music by David Wheatley
“You can’t buy happiness, but you can buy books, and that’s kind of the same thing.”
“I have always imagined paradise as a kind of library.” Jose Luis Borges
“Books are a uniquely portable magic.” Stephen King
According to Wikipedia, Johannes Gutenberg developed, circa 1439, a printing system, adapting existing technologies
to printing purposes. That changed the world. Time passed, more printed works were available, more people learned to read and eventually there were local libraries, sacred palaces filled with books of every kind. Then, glory of glories, those libraries took
to having Used Book Sales. When we were young and first married, we had lots of children, no money, and had just bought our house, a beautiful place, now 102 years old. Oldest daughter, Leah, and I had a common bond. We read. I don’t mean we read now
and then, I mean we READ! Usually two or three books at a time. In fact, twelve year old Leah never left the house without three books; the one she was reading, the one she planned to read next and one more just in case. As for me, I had books propped up in
the kitchen, the dressing room and my nightstand.
The Used Book Sales were a little slice of heaven for us. Arriving on the appointed day well in advance of the opening,
we bought shopping bags filled with goodness knew what for $1.00. Novels went for a dime or a quarter and we staggered away with delicious booty that kept us happy for weeks.
We, of course, used the Library with gay abandon, taking the limit of books every few days, wallowing in words. Leah got special permission from the Librarian to have an adult library card so she could devour all the Perry Mason mysteries. I vividly
remember telling her she was not to read Forever Amber or Lydia Bailey as I felt they were far too racy for her. Compared to what is available now along the lines of 50 Shades of Grey, they were about as racy as Dick, Jane and Spot,
whom we met in the First Grade.
Time marched on and we could buy the latest books fairly cheaply when they came out in paperback at Costco. Time continued to march
inexorably on and we became Kindle readers. I have published several things on Amazon Kindle and, occasionally, get a dollar or two in royalties.
So, all those Used
Book Sales and purchases here and there have made it possible for me to have a bookshelf in every single room of my house and I add to them still with various hard or soft cover books. I love how they look. I love the fact that I have read them all, many more
than once, and there is something about being surrounded by books that is immensely comforting. Have you ever visited someone and discovered they have no books anywhere? How do they exist?
However...and you knew one was coming...I now must divest myself of many of these beloved books as my partner in life and fellow book lover, John, is now residing – and reading, I’m sure – in heaven and I must let our house go to another family, hopefully, with children who will love growing up here and want to refill the bookcases with their own favorites.
Too many books! the real estate people
say. Too cluttered. Books are not necessary. They are in the way. How is that even possible, I ask? But, happily, the Library is willing to take back their books and use them in yet another Used Book Sale. So, I’ve rolled up my sleeves and put together
dozens of cardboard cartons that John had bought for some reason or other and I’ve spent the last week wandering through the house taking books off shelves and placing them in boxes. I’ve been to the liquor store and looted their box pile and;
although I don’t think my back will ever be the same; I have gathered 442 hard cover and 75 paperback books. The Library folks, Martha and Jeff, came yesterday and took them all away. I was relieved the job was done but sad at the same time.
I am comforting myself with the thought that next month at the June Used Book Sale there will probably be another mother-daughter team, like Leah and me, who will be in book heaven as soon as they walk through the door.
Bees and hummingbirds feasting on the blossoms on our lemon trees, sometimes those little guys fly right up to the kitchen window to take a look at me drinking my coffee!
The flowering cherry/plum trees all over town...glorious shades of pink.
My tiny wisteria vine twining itself around the fence again.
The sunrises every day this week and the glorious rain happening right this minute!
These things listed above are the most beautiful things I’ve seen this week. Yesterday was the first day of Spring and looking around our yard and the neighborhood,
the following verse pretty much says it all:
“You will live in joy and peace. The mountains and hills will burst into song, and the trees of the
field will clap their hands!” Is. 55:12
Sleep is an odd sort of thing these days, since John, my best friend and the person I woke up with for a little over
fifty years has changed his address to heaven. We were always so glad we were both morning persons, waking with the dawn, ready to start our day. Now there's an hour or two of sleep and then an hour or two of not and then maybe more sleep....maybe not...but
last night I awoke with a song circling my mind. It has stayed with me and for the first time in months, I awoke smiling and singing...
“You Are My King” Chris Tomlin, Lyrics
“I'm forgiven because you were forsaken
I'm accepted, you were condemned
I'm alive and well
Your spirit is within me
Because you died and rose again
Amazing love, how can it be?
That you, my king. would die for me
Amazing love, I know it's true
Its my joy to honor you
Amazing love how can it be?
That my king would die for me
Amazing love I know it's true
Its my joy to honor you
In all I do
I honor you
You are my king
You are my king
Jesus, You are my king
Jesus, You are my king.”
Then, the reading in “Jesus Calling”
(Sarah Young) today ended saying:
“Remember that I am also your Song. I want you to share My Joy, living in conscious awareness of My Presence. Rejoice as we
journey together toward heaven; join Me in singing My song.”
And I felt just a little less alone... sunrises, to me, always feel like hope.
“Life’s a dance...you learn as you go.”
gotta dance like there’s nobody watching, love like you’ll never be hurt, sing like there’s nobody listening and live like it’s heaven on earth.” William W. Purkey
I’m not exactly sure who William W. Purkey was or is, but he has the right idea here about dancing and singing. Ya gotta do those things to please yourself. It doesn’t matter if you’re good at it or not, if it
pleases you, do it! My husband and best friend, John, used to allow me one dance a year. Needless to say, dancing was not part of his Baptist upbringing so he never really could relax and enjoy it. Once in a while, though, we would be at a wedding and he would
dance with me for a few minutes. I really liked it.
The last few years, an event has been occurring at schools all over the Nation: The Daddy-Daughter Dance. Last
week our Texas girls, Jessie and Emily escorted their Daddy, the ever-patient Christopher, to their Daddy-Daughter Dance and, as you can see by the pictures, a fine time was had by all.
Also this last week I got to see pictures of my delightful neighbor, Craig, with his three daughters, Violet, Fay and Avery, dressed and ready for the D-D Dance. Also pictured was Craig and Lisa’s youngest daughter, Charlotte Helen,
who is not yet in school and who collapsed into a major meltdown when she realized that everyone was going out with Daddy but her.
these pictures have filled my heart with joy and caused me to laugh. Thinking about it, the first Daddy-Daughter Dances I ever heard of were when Jessie and Emily’s mother, Crissy, went to them at Alverno High School with her Daddy some years ago. They
were both beautiful and I treasure the pictures and the memories. But this is about Jessie and Emily and their Dadddy-Daughter Dance!.
The Misses Emily and Jessie had a big night out last week.
Wally W. Watkins Elementary School, The pride of Wylie, Texas,
Where the Misses E and J, are the stars of second and fourth grade,
Was totally redone, redecorated, transformed,
Into a magical place, where memories were made.
The Misses E and J and their Daddy
Were dressed up to the nines,
They both were fluffed and buffed, and he,
Could not have looked more handsome.
The smiles on all their faces,
Were happy and sweet…and then some!
The Misses E & J and their Daddy enjoyed all the refreshments,
Hawaiian punch and cookies,
Chocolate chip and Oreos,
Have another two or three,
“No, no thank you, girls, that’s quite enough for me!”
Miss Emily spent the evening racing ‘round with friends,
While Miss Jessie and her Daddy talked and laughed till almost eight.
No, they didn’t dance a single dance,
Not a foxtrot or a waltz.
But they finally got into the photo booth,
Which you can see was quite a blast!
The Misses E and J and their Daddy, made memories last week.
They looked so lovely and he looked just grand,
Nothing they did was thought out or planned,
An evening together, dressed up, that’s all,
But the Misses Emily and Jessie, and their Daddy, who is their Prince,
Loved every single minute at the Wally W. Watkins Elementary ball.