The Grandfather Clock

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© Grathy
The Grandfather Clock
Copyright Mary McGrath 3/23-Medium.com
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Well, I’m still sitting in this house that my owner sold last week. I wonder what’s gonna happen to me? I have lived here for close to 35 years, since being moved from Massachusetts in 1988.

That was rough. I almost broke in the moving van. I told them that I didn't want to move to Ohio but that happened anyway. And now I may have to move again.

I like living here in Ohio. I love this beautiful home and looking out at the snow in winter. The pine trees often wave to me from the front yard, and the deer do their snow ballet when Christmas comes.

Many other items have already disappeared. I saw them take the dining room set last week, the eight chairs resisting at first, until they were lifted and carried out the door. I chimed goodbye to them, but I’m not sure they heard me. Alas, they are gone.

Then the king bed said farewell, whispering stories to me about the children waking their parents early, telling them that it was time for pancakes.

The bed was used to comfort the kids during thunderstorms or when they claimed that ghosts were in the room. Dogs laced the blankets with their unruly fur. Such a great bed that was.

I am one of the last to go, along with that hefty pool table and grand piano. I remember smoky evenings when the parents had parties and the men would play eight ball until the wee hours of the morning.

Sometimes Uncle George would entertain everyone with his renditions of the standards. Afterward, the Steinway would smile at me, knowing it had been put to good use.

All three of us are too old and too heavy to go anywhere now. Maybe we'll just get to stay here and not have to endure moving once again.

As for the other items that have departed? Maybe I’ll get a postcard from time to time, letting me know how things are going in their new homes. Perhaps they will enjoy looking out different windows. Maybe another dog and some younger kids will put them to use once again.

I will miss them. We've shared so many memories. But like everything else in life, change is always certain. I guess I’ll have to accept that.