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  • Writer's pictureClarke Wallace


I’m looking down at my father’s old watch. A Waltham – see below - with

its thick leather strap. It has an even smaller leather one imbedded in it.

Complete with a tiny buckle to keep it on the wrist.

            The black numbers make it an easy read as they would have how

many years ago?

            I’ve kept this watch close to me over the years. There is a sadness

to it all.

            I gave up wearing a watch some years ago.  And what did I

discover? I’m much more aware of the time.

Writer’s comment: I can see my father in his clerical collar giving

the sermon from the pulp at his Christ Church Anglican in Birchcliffe. Part of

east end of Toronto. He’d glance down briefly to check the time. On this same

watch. For a good reason. He kept sermons to ten minutes.

He was a clergyman. I was a kid. I still miss him.

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