Thirty years ago, on Christmas Day 1977, Ed's father walked into his house to be greeted by the beautiful sound of traditional Westminster chimes. This serenade was coming from the new grandfather clock purchased for him by his children: Ed, Susan, and Nancy. Prior to his passing in October 1983, Ed's father told him that the clock was to be bequeath to him.Its been many years, but last weekend, the clock ventured from Chicago to its new home in Lebanon, Indiana. It now stands majestically on our stairway landing below the century-old stained glass window. It seems as though this "spot" was meant for the clock. I cannot adequately describe the experience of hearing the quarterly and hour chimes as they delicately echo throughout the house. Ed's father was a warm, remarkable man and we think of him with every chime.
