I am sentimental about watches. When I was a kid about 8, so around 1961, I obsessed over getting a pocket watch for Christmas, just nuts.
Christmas day finally rolled around, the watch weighing heavily on my mind, stacked up presents like cordwood, not seeing anything that looked like it might harbor a pocket watch, panic began to set in, with tears not far behind, imminent.
I tore thru all the boxes, no watch, now about to faint, I looked up to my dad standing there in his bathrobe, coffee cup in hand, watching me, grinning.
He reached into the pocket of his robe and pulled out the pocket watch that nearly had me in tears for fear there wouldn't be one that year.
Since that day I have always been keen on watches and clocks and still have a neat Russian made pocket watch with nautical scenes on it. It keeps good time on the rare occasions I use it.
Of course the Xmas watch was soon broken, busted or lost, but I wont ever forget that day.
My dad died about 12 years ago, and this memory of him will always be with me.
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