A ditty I sung in elementary choir, My Grandfather's Clock has an interesting history which you can read here.
Lyrics to Grandfather's Clock
by Henry Clay Work
"My grandfather's clock was too tall for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
But it weighed not a pennyweight more
It was bought on the morn on the day that he was born
It was always his treasure and pride
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering
Tic toc tic toc
His life's seconds numbering
Tic toc tic toc
It stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died.
In watching its pendulum swing to and fro
Many hours he had spent when a boy
And through childhood and manhood, the clock seemed to know
And to share both his grief and his joy
For it struck 24 when he entered at the door
With a blooming and beautiful bride,
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died
CHORUS
My grandfather said that of those he could hire
Not a servant so faithful he'd found,
For it kept perfect time and it had one desire
At the close of each day to be wound
At it kept to its place, not a frown upon its face
At its hands never hung by its side
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died
CHORUS
It rang an alarm in the still of the night,
An alarm that for years had been dumb
And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight
That his hour of departure had come
Still the clock kept the time
With a soft and muffled chime
As we silently stood by his side
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died"
by Henry Clay Work
"My grandfather's clock was too tall for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
But it weighed not a pennyweight more
It was bought on the morn on the day that he was born
It was always his treasure and pride
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died
Ninety years without slumbering
Tic toc tic toc
His life's seconds numbering
Tic toc tic toc
It stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died.
In watching its pendulum swing to and fro
Many hours he had spent when a boy
And through childhood and manhood, the clock seemed to know
And to share both his grief and his joy
For it struck 24 when he entered at the door
With a blooming and beautiful bride,
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died
CHORUS
My grandfather said that of those he could hire
Not a servant so faithful he'd found,
For it kept perfect time and it had one desire
At the close of each day to be wound
At it kept to its place, not a frown upon its face
At its hands never hung by its side
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died
CHORUS
It rang an alarm in the still of the night,
An alarm that for years had been dumb
And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight
That his hour of departure had come
Still the clock kept the time
With a soft and muffled chime
As we silently stood by his side
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died"
Although this interesting song was also in a elementary music book for piano students, I basically forgot about it until an event in my married life refreshed my memory.
Shortly after we married Feb. 1969, my mother-in-law died in April of the same year. We both knew she was terminally ill with metastatic breast cancer. Following her rites my father-in-law [FIL] wished to accommodate his children with tokens of their childhood.
My husband [H] chose a kitchen Ingraham clock which was his grandmother's. The lovely antique clock was similar , but not identical, to the photos, snagged off the Internet.
FIL's admonishing words was the clock struck 13 times the day/night the grandmother died. Not given to superstitions and ghost stories, I gave little credence to his story. He was prone to exaggeration much like myself. [My definition of "exaggeration" is the truth emphasized and amplified!]
H was a gunner's mate assigned to a reserve training ship moored at Fort McHenry. A two week training cruise for reservists was part of its duties. H's duties included this cruise.
We carried the clock home and H set it up on a dresser, leveled and wound it. It promptly began to keep time. He took care of its weekly winding. However, when he was away on cruise, it fell my duty to keep the clock running.
No problem! How difficult could winding a clock be, as long as the spring was not wound too tight. Since it was an 8-day clock I figured I only would re-wind it once, and H would be home in time to re-wind it again.
This clock was a cherished relic of my H's family, so I knew to treat it with respect. I took the large brass key and gently wound the clock. There were two springs to wind, one for the clock and one for the bonger plus a key for each; bonger is my word for the striking mechanism. It counted the hours on the hour, and bonged once for the half hour. The sound and tone was not melodious; it almost had the sound of a funeral dirge.
After respectfully (I thought) winding the clock, I gently touched the pendulum to start the mechanisms in motion. Nothing! I gently touched the opposite side of the pendulum. Nothing! Maybe I did not hold my mouth right. I checked the pendulum to see if it was stuck. Nope.
I quit for the night resolved to re-level the clock after work the next day. I found a small level and hurried home to resume my clock duties. I spent hours the rest of his tour duty, leveling and touching the pendulum. Nothing!
Fearfully I waited for him to return. I informed him I broke the clock. He went over and touched the pendulum. It immediately started tick tock, tick tock. I was astonished and joyful it worked, but genuinely SPOOKED!
I washed my hands of the clock lest it hex me and my side of the family. As long as it resided under our roof, H was in charge of the disobedient, spooky clock. He never had a problem. We had it cleaned a few times and refinished it once.
A few years back we were returning various items we both had taken for each side of the family. As we do not live close to either family, it seemed proper to return family treasures to younger family members on each side.
I placed THE HAUNTED CLOCK at the top of H's list. He inquired around; his only niece decided she wanted it. I figured it needed to reside somewhere on his side of the family. Maybe it would not be so biased and cantankerous!
We delivered the HAUNTED CLOCK to his niece on a trip to NC. I remember she took it home and it started to run. Maybe H helped her set it up. I don't remember. Later, we made another trip to NC. His niece came to his sister's house for a meal. I inquired about the clock. IT HAD QUIT ON HER. No amount of leveling, cleaning or coercing would make that clock run. She now agrees with me, it is haunted. It will obey only H.
I'm glad it is out of our house. I deemed I avoided an unneeded streak of bad luck because of a haunted clock. It will gather dust languishing in someone else's home for eternity!
