|My One Clock|
Daylight Savings Time change in the spring always reminds me of my mother, Elise. She was told by someone... and so it must be true... that batteries for each clock should be changed on the day of the time change. Probably a good idea to change batteries now and then, but she took it to the extreme. My brother was always the one who had the chore after my dad died. She could never accomplish this task on her own.
My Momma had many clocks and watches. Her clock collection grew when she and my dad traveled for his work. They would follow flea markets and auctions in many of the areas in which they lived for months at a time. They bid on and purchased hundreds of old clocks. Some were operated with a key and some were modern enough to require batteries. I believe the ultimate plan was to resell them and pocket the profits, but that never happened.
It is interesting to me that some people feel that others value their collections and interests as much as they do. I remember the Christmas where I cried because instead of receiving a much needed and requested gift, I was "allowed" to choose a clock from their assortment of time pieces and wall adornments. The clock I chose never kept accurate time...another disappointment.
Momma was obsessed with time keeping. When she died, we removed no less than twelve clocks from her one bedroom apartment. There were clocks everywhere. I could never understand it. She had so little to do that I always thought she should just cherish each moment and enjoy herself instead of being a clock watcher. She used to set an alarm clock for 4:30 am so she could get her newspaper out of the hall of her apartment complex before someone stole it or, heaven forbid, tripped on it.
She "timed" every aspect of her day. Some examples: a friend would call and talk for "exactly 43 minutes." or..."You were 7 minutes late in picking me up for my doctor appointment." She would also set a time for her gatherings and would bad mouth anyone who showed up after the appointed time as though tardiness was a terrible character flaw. There were no exceptions in her opinion of habitually late people. They were just made of lesser stuff than she. Even on her deathbed she requested her watch.
|A chore accomplished early morning|
She lived 88 years. Before she succumbed to poor health, I would telephone her regularly and ask how she had spent her day. She would reply with a litany of tasks she had accomplished in the allotted time she had that day. Sometimes when I get a lot of errands and tasks accomplished, I say that I have had an "Elise Day." She admired people who were busy and successful.
She was a creature of habit and took very good care of herself. The good habits she developed were probably a result of doing things the same way and at the same time on most days. She was a southern lady who awoke early, worked hard, but found time for a daily nap. I can still see her resting on her bed with a damp washcloth on her eyes as she took her beauty nap. Before that rest she always set a clock to awaken her so she could enjoy her afternoon coffee before it was time to begin preparing supper. One could set a clock by her habits. There is irony somewhere in that comparison.
My mother had many fine qualities, and I suppose I can even admire her dedication to her collections and to spending time wisely. However, watching her rigorous self-imposed schedule has caused me to evaluate how I spend my days. In retirement I have divested myself of all except one clock and I haven't worn a watch since 2005. Only time will tell who had the correct approach.
So, on Sunday: "Here's to you, Elise!" I will change the battery of my one clock in your honor.
|My Momma & Me at an event..I am sure we were on time!|