I have a dead person’s watch ~ my mother found it at an estate sale or some old lady gave it to her. I don’t know. It was in my mother’s jewelry box when she died. I slipped it on and knew I would not be selling it. The metal warms to my skin like a lover’s touch.
On the back of the face, there’s an engraving:
“R.L.D. to V.F.D. 12/25/47”
I imagine that a loving husband bought this for his wife as a Christmas gift in 1947. Maybe he’d been home from the war for a few years and had some extra cash to spend on his pretty bride. Or perhaps he was an older gentleman, giving his beloved wife a beautiful present.
I imagine that this couple married young and stayed together their entire lives, faithful and true, in loving, respectful partnership. Of course they would have had children and grandchildren…
For a long time, I didn’t wear the watch. Not going to wear a stopped watch, I thought; I’ll wait to get it fixed. I received an estimate for around $200 to have it cleaned and restored. I still might do that. It’s a good watch, a Bulova, gold, with a small square face. The bracelet is slim and graceful, which looks perfect on my thin wrist. I have trouble finding watches to fit.
I hadn’t worn a watch for years when I put this one on the other week. Who needs a watch now with our phones glued to our hands? But it was so lovely! I decided to wear it that day as a piece of jewelry… and I’ve been wearing it almost every day. I don’t care about the time ~ only that it looks so pretty. When I began wearing it, I set the time to 8:10, right before I left for work.
Occasionally I’d check the time, and it remained steadfast at 8:10. But Thursday or Friday the gears sprung to life ~ around noon Friday the hands were at 2:13; I set them to the correct time and they kept pace all day. How could this happen?
This whole week has been odd, in a very good way.