This is my maternal grandfather Charles’s pocket watch. He died in 1910 and I’m not sure how long he had this pocket watch but it’s safe to say it’s over 100 years old. My mother was only 3 years old when her father died so she really didn’t have many memories of him. In researching our ancestors my daughter Deb came across a heart breaking story about Charles. At the age of 10, Charles’s father, Charles’s mother and his 3 older siblings died within months of one another leaving Charles the oldest of the 4 remaining siblings. This watch might have been the only thing my mother had that was her father’s and now it belongs to my daughter Deb, Charles’s great granddaughter. I like that.
A close up of the intricate pictures on the front and back.
For many years the watch sat in my jewelry box untouched. I took it out and wound it and it began ticking… it was missing hands though. New hands, new pocket watch chain, thorough cleaning and the watch is keeping time once again. Actually that’s not entirely true, Charles the watch doesn’t always keep the correct time every day… seems Charles is having a bit of a good time teasing us.