Memories to my Father II

@Soph: The clock only works when you move it, I think I'll have it repaired some day. Thank you for your advice for an emotional series! I think I'll present more pictures like these (in B&W) every now and then, instead of following each other, to keep the blog vivid. By the way, the clock is bought in Belgium (Liège or Luik) at the Sunday morning market. I went there often with my father, we lived in South Limburg at the time. As we were Roman Catholic, we also went to the church there and the Mass was in Latin just like in the Netherlands or wherever in the world, I found it a great advantage, but I knew Latin (it was taught at my school) and most people don't, so I can understand why Latin has been abolished now.

@Lucca: Thanks, Lucca, I very much appreciate everybody's comments to such personal things!

@Soodabeh: Thanks for your sympathic response Soodabeh. My father passed away at 83 years of age, in 2004. His whole life he did nothing but only work, work, work for his family, his hobby was "old things" which he restored and sold (income for family), his specialty were furniture and... violins, he could play violin himself. A few days before he died he said: "I've had a beautiful life" and apologized to his children for several things he thought he did wrong, he was such a man! One way or another I believe he's still around.