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| Ok wait five minutes and I guess its working again. I just heard it chime the 2oclock hour. |
| Sometimes there is a nighttime setting so that it will not chime in the middle of the night. In order for that to work properly, it has to know whether it is AM or PM. Did the clock ever run down and stop? That could have affected the day/night thingy.
I'm not saying that is what the problem is, just something to consider. |
| that's a good thought Ron, something worth remembering.
Was the clock cleaned and oiled? This has to be done every year, more often in dirty climates (like my house.) It takes a very refined oil, not WD40. Also every few years it should be taken apart and cleaned. At that point the clock repairman can determine wear and tear on gears and whether shaft is bent, hammers hammering, etc. Does the pendulum swing evenly. Sometimes we accidently get it swinging more back and forth than perfectly side to side. It is properly leveled? Over time our oldest clock needed new "guts." The middle age one no longer chimes and I'm not about to put money into rebuilding it. The youngest needs major work also, so it sits idle. Our home is a clock killer due to extreme temperature differences, dust, etc. You may have to have the clock taken in and repaired. There's only so much they can do in your home. |
Great advice 
This probably doesn't need to be said but IF the clock has multiple working keyholes, one or two of them will be for the chime... remember to wind each one completely. Here's a nice website with info on caring for a mechanical clock (once you get the strike figured out)... http://www.conservationregister.com/careclocks.asp?id=4 And a neat poem that still sits upon the grandmother clock in the living room. The key has since passed to me. http://www.nawcc.org/headquarters/ktime ... s/wind.htm My dad was a licensed watchmaker back when watches were important timepieces rather than simply disposables. He also repaired clocks... unfortunately that wisdom passed with him. |
| Thanks for that poem, Jaci!
Simon's mom hope you get the clock working problem fixed. You could try tying up the clock and threatening it with claims of "ve have vays to make you tock" Sigh I always wished I called one of my dogs "Timex" so I could claim he was a watch dog. Oops momentary lapse of sanity...sheesh I'm sounding like Ron! Marianne |
| uh oh, marianne is in the silly juice again. Amazing what herbal tea will do to her. |
| Haaaa!! Your response had me snorting my morning coffee up my nose!!
SheepieBoss!!!! (searches for the finger wagging icon) tsk tsk! Marianne |
| I remember a song with a chorus that went:
"And the clock stopped, never to go again when the old man died!" When Willoughby was a puppy, I had a large patch of thyme in my garden which he loved to pee on, so I used to say that the was peeing on time!  |
| guys, er gals, you are killing me......but then I love groaners.
Indeed a grand clock song! Pops into my mind often. "My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf..............uh oh, now it's stuck in my brain, "tick tock, tick tock.....life's seconds numbering, tick tock......" |
| Henry Clay Work, 1876
My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf, So it stood ninety years on the floor. It was taller by half, than the old man himself, Though it weighed not a pennyweight more. It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born, And was always his treasure and pride. Chorus: But it stopped short, never to go again, When the old man died. Ninety years without slumbering, tick, tock, tick, tock, His life seconds numbering, tick, tock, tick, tock, It stopped short never to go again, When the old man died. 2. In watching its pendulum swing to and fro, Many hours had he spent while a boy; And in childhood and manhood, the clock seemed to know, And to share both his grief and his joy, For it struck twenty-four when he entered at the door, With a blooming and beautiful bride. Chorus: 3. My grandfather said that of those he could hire Not a servant so faithful he found For it wasted no time and had but one desire At the close of each week to be wound And it kept in its place, not a frown upon its face And it’s hands never hung by its side. Chorus: 4. It rang an alarm in the dead 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 its side. We used to sing it in grade school. |
That's it: that's the song!!! Great!!!  |
I remember that song from school also, didn't think I could remember that far back  |
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