Hello, Clock-lovers!
Forgive the length of this posting, but I am SO excited!
I can't believe my wonderful luck! I was happily driving to the grocery store when I came across a just-opening yard sale. I stopped, of course, but not seeing anything interesting, I casually asked if there were any clocks for sale. The middle aged woman who was setting everything up perked up considerably at my question.
She said she had one in the basement that was too ugly to put in the house. She said it had been in the family since it was new, "sometime in the 1920s, I think..." She hadn't planned on dragging it out of the basement, but said I could go and look at it if I didn't mind dark basements. I was more than happy to go see it, and when I did, I couldn't believe my eyes! There, in the farthest corner of a rather dark little storage room, sat my beautiful "new" clock.
Telling her it was much older than the 1920s, I timidly asked what she wanted for it. She seemed really embarrassed and said "Could you give $25? I don't know if or how it works." Shocked, I didn't answer right away, and she then said "How about twenty?"
Finding my voice, I told her that I was a clock collector, and that the clock was worth much more than she was asking. (I never want to take advantage of anybody, and was prepared to offer her as much as I could afford, but even that would not have been a fair value.) She laughed, and said that all she wanted was the $20, as she hated it and would be thrilled to be rid of it. She told me that it had been in her family for forever, nobody liked it enough to display it in their homes, and it had spent almost all of its time in basements or attics for as long as she could remember.
We talked back and forth, with me again telling her it was more valuable than she realized, but when she learned it was not worth $10,000 or anything like that, she refused to take any more than the original asking price of $25.
Needless to say, I whipped out my wallet, and pressed $85 into her hand, all of the cash I had at the time. She promptly returned three twenties. I couldn't believe it! Returning the extra bills, she warned me that my wife would be really mad at my purchase, and most likely would not let me bring it into the house. I just laughed- my wife is wonderful, and tolerates my ten thousand clocks most graciously.
Completely forgetting about the needed groceries, I loaded up the clock, weights, pendulum bob, door key and winding crank into the car and drove home at 90 miles an hour. I couldn't wait to get home to see all about my "gift", and I really could not believe that all of the accessories that are so often lost were still with it in a plastic bag. Wow!
Anyway, I located a shelf in the attic, installed it on the wall, and went to work. Removing the wooden face, I oiled the pivots and gave the movement a good once-over. It is a bit dirty and needs a good cleaning, but everything seemed to be in good order. I timidly wound it for the first time in what must surely be sixty years or more, fearing a broken weight cord or worse, the horrible sound of stripping gears. Thankfully, all went well during the procedure and the heavy weights held nicely. I gently gave the seemingly original pendulum bob a gentle push, and I began hearing that wonderful, soft ticking sound that we all love so dearly. By gosh, the old girl was working, and was even in perfect beat!
Still a bit cautious and uncertain while embracing my good fortune, I moved the minute hand to four o'clock, and the softest, most melodious sound came from within. The ancient gong was a shockingly pleasant- deep, resonate, slow and even and without a trace of sympathetic vibration from any internal parts! Marvelous!
As you can see in the pictures, my newest family member is an eight day, Barnes, Bartholomew and Company clock, with a nice brass strap movement and beautiful carved eagle on top. Everything seems original, and the old girl seems to have been well taken care of, considering that nobody seemed to have wanted her. I did see that at sometime in the past, someone cared enough for it to be sure it was passed down in the family, as the back of the dial has the following written on it: "Litchburg June 11, 1911. This clock at my death is to be the property of Emma T Holl--------h and Walter W Da-----n. (I've not given complete names so as to insure privacy, although Emma and Walter are likely long since passed.)
I find it a bit unusual that the clock was intended to go to two different people, apparantly not a married couple. Perhaps they were engaged at the time?
Thanks for reading my lengthy story, but I just had to share with everyone. As I get to know her, I'm sure I'll have questions, which I'll be sure to post here. I'd love to hear of any similar "good luck" stories from my fellow collectors. Has anyone else stumbled upon a great bargain out there?
Best to all,
George Nelson, one very happy clock collector
Forgive the length of this posting, but I am SO excited!

I can't believe my wonderful luck! I was happily driving to the grocery store when I came across a just-opening yard sale. I stopped, of course, but not seeing anything interesting, I casually asked if there were any clocks for sale. The middle aged woman who was setting everything up perked up considerably at my question.
She said she had one in the basement that was too ugly to put in the house. She said it had been in the family since it was new, "sometime in the 1920s, I think..." She hadn't planned on dragging it out of the basement, but said I could go and look at it if I didn't mind dark basements. I was more than happy to go see it, and when I did, I couldn't believe my eyes! There, in the farthest corner of a rather dark little storage room, sat my beautiful "new" clock.
Telling her it was much older than the 1920s, I timidly asked what she wanted for it. She seemed really embarrassed and said "Could you give $25? I don't know if or how it works." Shocked, I didn't answer right away, and she then said "How about twenty?"
Finding my voice, I told her that I was a clock collector, and that the clock was worth much more than she was asking. (I never want to take advantage of anybody, and was prepared to offer her as much as I could afford, but even that would not have been a fair value.) She laughed, and said that all she wanted was the $20, as she hated it and would be thrilled to be rid of it. She told me that it had been in her family for forever, nobody liked it enough to display it in their homes, and it had spent almost all of its time in basements or attics for as long as she could remember.
We talked back and forth, with me again telling her it was more valuable than she realized, but when she learned it was not worth $10,000 or anything like that, she refused to take any more than the original asking price of $25.
Needless to say, I whipped out my wallet, and pressed $85 into her hand, all of the cash I had at the time. She promptly returned three twenties. I couldn't believe it! Returning the extra bills, she warned me that my wife would be really mad at my purchase, and most likely would not let me bring it into the house. I just laughed- my wife is wonderful, and tolerates my ten thousand clocks most graciously.
Completely forgetting about the needed groceries, I loaded up the clock, weights, pendulum bob, door key and winding crank into the car and drove home at 90 miles an hour. I couldn't wait to get home to see all about my "gift", and I really could not believe that all of the accessories that are so often lost were still with it in a plastic bag. Wow!
Anyway, I located a shelf in the attic, installed it on the wall, and went to work. Removing the wooden face, I oiled the pivots and gave the movement a good once-over. It is a bit dirty and needs a good cleaning, but everything seemed to be in good order. I timidly wound it for the first time in what must surely be sixty years or more, fearing a broken weight cord or worse, the horrible sound of stripping gears. Thankfully, all went well during the procedure and the heavy weights held nicely. I gently gave the seemingly original pendulum bob a gentle push, and I began hearing that wonderful, soft ticking sound that we all love so dearly. By gosh, the old girl was working, and was even in perfect beat!
Still a bit cautious and uncertain while embracing my good fortune, I moved the minute hand to four o'clock, and the softest, most melodious sound came from within. The ancient gong was a shockingly pleasant- deep, resonate, slow and even and without a trace of sympathetic vibration from any internal parts! Marvelous!
As you can see in the pictures, my newest family member is an eight day, Barnes, Bartholomew and Company clock, with a nice brass strap movement and beautiful carved eagle on top. Everything seems original, and the old girl seems to have been well taken care of, considering that nobody seemed to have wanted her. I did see that at sometime in the past, someone cared enough for it to be sure it was passed down in the family, as the back of the dial has the following written on it: "Litchburg June 11, 1911. This clock at my death is to be the property of Emma T Holl--------h and Walter W Da-----n. (I've not given complete names so as to insure privacy, although Emma and Walter are likely long since passed.)
I find it a bit unusual that the clock was intended to go to two different people, apparantly not a married couple. Perhaps they were engaged at the time?
Thanks for reading my lengthy story, but I just had to share with everyone. As I get to know her, I'm sure I'll have questions, which I'll be sure to post here. I'd love to hear of any similar "good luck" stories from my fellow collectors. Has anyone else stumbled upon a great bargain out there?
Best to all,
George Nelson, one very happy clock collector
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