I got the mantlepiece clock that my grandparents got for their wedding (in 1922 or 23) repaired. I remember it from my Granny’s house. It put in a good few years in the attic in my parents’ house after she died and eventually made it to my house where it has been sitting on the mantlepiece silently for many years.
Fixing it has been on my to do list for some considerable time. Recently, I took it to the (elderly, grumpy) clock repair man. It was pricey enough to get it fixed and, as the repairman unhelpfully, but honestly I concede, pointed out, the investment in repair in no way added to the commercial value of the clock (approximately zero). However, I am enjoying the full Westminster chime and the bongs on the hour and the more modest quarter hour chimes. I must confess though that there is some consumer resistance from other family members.
