Scribble Picnic - Grandfather Clock

Something I never had growing up, and never planned to own as a grown up, 
was a grandfather (or grandmother) clock. I never lived in a house large enough.
 A big clock required a large entry or hallway to show it off, perhaps backed by a
 beautiful William Morris patterned wallpaper, standing proudly across
 from an elegant carved hall tree where rich guests would hang their cashmere coats, 
top hats, and of course sleek black umbrellas - it was England after all!
Childhood in England was often like that for my wealthier school friends who
 lived in posh houses - but not for the likes of my family.

 Wouldn't you know it - on a day long ago, Bob was awarded with a
monster beautiful Howard Miller grandfather clock to celebrate 45 years
 with his company! Yikes, I was really hoping for something smaller, but we'd
 already received a more usable elegant mantel clock at the 25 year mark!
 So, "Grandfather" stands here in the office right next to my desk - which is really
 my sewing machine cabinet, I told you we are somewhat squeezed for space.
 Our small entry and narrow hallway downstairs has no room for a big clock.

Needless to say, time never stands still around the cottage, there are
 melodious  Westminster chimes echoing through the walls nonstop and, 
when grandfather clock strikes, like every English child who was taught
 nursery rhymes, I want to sing ~
Hickory, Dickory Dock, the mouse ran up the clock, 
and. . . . . . . . well you know the rest of the rhyme even if you're not English!
Michael - you continue to bring back those childhood memories.

Our very own grandfather clock - photographed, edited, and colored with
 watercolor pencils.
At present we have no real mice in the cottage, thank goodness.

Do visit the weekly Scribble Picnic at Michael's blog. We'd love you to
 join us with your grandfather clock art. Hey, if a non-artist like me can 
do it, you can too. Everyone is welcome.