Tick Tock

Thank you everyone for your wonderful comments on my "rant" post from yesterday.  The post was prompted not by anything that had been done to me, but because over the last few days I had received several emails from a couple of different close blog friends telling me how they were being harassed, not by complete strangers, but by other bloggers or people they knew!  

I was both surprised and amazed that someone would feel the need to tell someone else how to live, what to blog about, how to run their business, etc.  So I felt like I couldn't just sit by and idly watch as these dear sweet friends were being bullied, hence my post.  I'm sorry that some of you who commented have also experienced this unnecessary meanness and I really do hope that it can end.  I know that my post won't change anything, and that those who have the type of personality to do the taunting and bullying will likely say something like "yes, those mean people should really stop what they are doing!," but I still felt the need to write about it anyway!

Today it is REALLY windy here in Maryland, like Wizard of Oz windy!  Even the dogs aren't crazy about going out for fear they might blow across the river and end up in Virginia.  I'll be braving the wind to head out and do some more stuff over at my parent's house, but before I go I wanted to share with you a few travel alarm clocks I found while cleaning out the attic at their house.

They belonged to my Great Uncle Carl.  I never met my Uncle Carl, he died before I was born.  But my mother often talked about what a wonderful and kind man he was.  He fought in WWII and was quite a dashing fellow from what I can gather.  He also had a pension for monogramming everything he bought...lighters, knives, jewelry, luggage, and even his travel clocks.

I love these vintage alarm clocks that date back to the 30s or 40s I assume.  Uncle Carl must have been a very punctual man, because he had a fair number of these.

I wonder how many hotel rooms these clocks have seen, or what faraway countries they've been too?  Maybe he even picked them up overseas during the war, sadly, we'll never really know!

Time has unfortunately run out on my beautiful tulips that my neighbor gave me last weekend.  But I'm not sad.  They brought me great joy while they lasted and now I have an excuse to pick up some more pretty flowers at the store today!

Happy Saturday Everyone!  Oh, and if you live near southern Maryland, be sure to stop by The Vintage Source, they are open this weekend!