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The Family Clock
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75 The Fam ily Clock In all our wan der ings, elud ing ex pected wars and oc cu pa tions, al ways with our books—if not all of them, then al ways, with out fail, the holy ones—as well as the bunch of keys to our aban doned houses, their locks empty of all hope of re turn, we al ways took with us the old fam ily pen du lum clock, in her ited from who knows which an ces tors, the clock of all our times. When we set off, we took the clock with us, as if in car ry ing it we car ried all our times. When we would ar rive at ei ther our tem po rary or our final des ti na tion of re set tle ment, be fore any thing else we checked to see whether time still passed through our clock. At times we won dered how the clock’s old, rusted mech a nism was able to budge after we wound it with the old key, which was rusted as well. We kept the clock in con stant mo tion, like a liv ing mem ber of the fam ily. And when at each hour the clock marked the time in its raspy old voice, its chime al ways struck a dif fer ent chord in us. We lis tened to its sound, which seemed to us like the muf fled voice of some un known an ces tor. The old clock held a sac ro sanct place in the fam ily ic o nog ra phy even after we crossed the bor der for good. It stayed with us, one of the rare fam ily ob jects that bore wit ness to our aban doned and later con fis cated house. It seemed as if the most im por tant mes sages from the family’s life by the lake were con veyed to us through the life of our wound-up clock. In side the clock, dur ing one of the rare mo ments when it was opened, my father found a yel lowed slip of paper folded and re folded sev eral times. Now what in the world could this be? My father was quite ex cited as he care fully un folded it, care fully, lest the paper dis in te grate 76 and the mes sage dis ap pear. My father eas ily rec og nized the ar chaic Ar a bic script. In a mo ment he had con firmed that on the paper, now fully spread out, was writ ten a per pet ual cal en dar. The di rec tions, writ ten by some un known an ces tor, were cal cu lated by East ern rather than West ern time. There were also sev eral ac counts about the or i gin of the clock and its pre vi ous own ers. After he had fully ex am ined its con tents, my father care fully folded up the note and re turned it to its for mer place, be cause it too could be con sid ered an in te gral part of the clock’s mech a nism. It con trib uted to the pre cise tell ing of time. And so the clock re mained a faith ful guar dian of the time sto len from us on the other side of the bor der, taken away ir rev o cably. Our lives, many near their end, were the great est ev i dence of this. The clock was also a faith ful guar dian of our fam ily his tory. Some times this old clock, with its sim ple mech a nism, ap peared to us a skele ton of time, and often, with its slow pulse at every beat, it was a source of fear, a curve of un ex pected fate. Not only did it faith fully meas ure time dur ing those years of dif fi cult exile, it also calmed us to face our fu ture, it sof tened the strikes of time, it was on our side. In time the big fam ily clock re ceived its worthy place in Father’s li brary, just below the holy books . . . The large fam ily clock sit ting among Father’s books seemed to give a rhythm to the many-faceted quiet that was dis rupted by the con stant...