It might be steamsquare, or steamwaltz, or steambourgeois. Steam-late-to-the-trend? Incidentally, it is fun to substitute the word "steampunk" for "steamboat" in old songs. "Don't you let your gal/Meet that steampunk dandy/He's a scandalous inventin' man/Keeps his goggles handy."
So I've been questing for a fixable, not-too-expensive Waltham pocket watch on eBay, as one does, and I kept getting outbid (I was fantasizing that the person doing it was an obsessive mastermind named Horologia Cutglass, the result of a long ago liason between Lord Cut-Glass from "Under Milk Wood" and Mr. Bagthorpe's Great-Aunt Lucy in Torquay. Or maybe it was the Clock King from "Batman: the Animated Series, of whom more anon. Just as long as it wasn't some Regretsy type who wanted to cannibalize them for some kind of steampunk tosheroon.)
Last week I finally won one. When it got here today, one of the hands had apparently fallen off in transit (it was supposed to be in working order.) The dealer was very sweet about it and told me I could return it for a full refund. While this was going on my dad came through and was like, "Why didn't you tell me you wanted a pocket watch? I have two that used to belong to my father!"
So I am writing this with my grandfather's lovely H. Samuel of Manchester Everite silver watch ticking away at my elbow. It polished up beautifully and keeps good time, too! I'm not sure whether to sew small watch pockets into all my clothes or just to make a small, velvet-lined clip-on compartment for it, which I would attach to the waistband. (And put a loop for my keys on the bottom of same.) And then there's the question of a chain.
It would have been my grandfather's 110th birthday today. I wish I had known him.
So I've been questing for a fixable, not-too-expensive Waltham pocket watch on eBay, as one does, and I kept getting outbid (I was fantasizing that the person doing it was an obsessive mastermind named Horologia Cutglass, the result of a long ago liason between Lord Cut-Glass from "Under Milk Wood" and Mr. Bagthorpe's Great-Aunt Lucy in Torquay. Or maybe it was the Clock King from "Batman: the Animated Series, of whom more anon. Just as long as it wasn't some Regretsy type who wanted to cannibalize them for some kind of steampunk tosheroon.)
Last week I finally won one. When it got here today, one of the hands had apparently fallen off in transit (it was supposed to be in working order.) The dealer was very sweet about it and told me I could return it for a full refund. While this was going on my dad came through and was like, "Why didn't you tell me you wanted a pocket watch? I have two that used to belong to my father!"
So I am writing this with my grandfather's lovely H. Samuel of Manchester Everite silver watch ticking away at my elbow. It polished up beautifully and keeps good time, too! I'm not sure whether to sew small watch pockets into all my clothes or just to make a small, velvet-lined clip-on compartment for it, which I would attach to the waistband. (And put a loop for my keys on the bottom of same.) And then there's the question of a chain.
It would have been my grandfather's 110th birthday today. I wish I had known him.
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Date: 2011-04-12 04:10 am (UTC)My paternal grandfather would be 112 right now. But I definitely had every opportunity to get to know him, since he lived to 103!
Dad was tragically orphaned at the age of 77. O_o
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Date: 2011-04-12 04:21 am (UTC)Hope you got your grandfather's genes!
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Date: 2011-04-12 05:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-12 07:41 pm (UTC)