You once told me a tale of a young girl who used to love to go to her father's jewelry store when she was small. You thought it pretty special, as a young lady, to have a dad who was a jeweler and a watch repairman. One thing that came out of that was your love of clocks. I can remember when I gave you two old toy soldier figures, one of a medieval damsel and one of a Roundhead type cavalier. You placed them in a clock on your mantel at home, the dashing horseman standing behind the access to the clock, his cloak shielding his heart's delight. I have to wonder as to what happened to those figures. Did the they make the move to your new home? Is that little man still guarding the honor of the love of his life inside the dusty recesses of your Art Deco clock?
Fast forward 12 years. I now live a short drive from old town Loveland. As a librarian it was natural for me to want to look up where your dad's old store was located. There are whole histories of the downtown, and of the clock that stands in front of the shop that you once visited as a girl. I pass by it every now and again, and whenever I do I think of the gal who once fancied a lad who loved clocks as much as she did.
We certainly were on time, my love. Here's to a place where time has no meaning.
Your WHMB
A history of Brown Street Clocks:
http://www.shiawasseehistory.com/brownstreet.html
Here is a history of all the historic buildings downtown Loveland. Your dad's shop is mentioned, how cool!:
http://www.historycolorado.org/sites/default/files/files/OAHP/NRSR/5LR9700.pdf
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