Cuckoo's everywhere you turn. We were there when the hour 11 hit and were there the chimes going off. Not all are set, but just enough so you definitely get the bug to start watching for these miracle boxes.
G, the clock guy, set off a couple of the musical clocks for Mom. By the smile on his face, he very obviously loves his passion for collecting clocks. They were amazing and he has a couple thousand in his collection.
The weights on this cuckoo was so charming, hanging in his stair hallway to enjoy.
Clocks, clocks, everywhere, clocks.
The mechanical genius of the works of a clock, is what captivated him, like this one in the center. I'm in aw.
Every kind, everywhere!
This is his garage....
We were amazed and taken back in time with some of his displays.
He has a love for all kinds of antiques....The blue box amongst his miniature cuckoos, is a Nickel Slot Machine and it still works. The red cup holds nickels for a try.
Are you enthralled yet? How about this Nickel Jukebox....I love, Love, LOVE this jukebox. It has history. I remember listening to it when I was a teenager and again in my 30's. Did I know G, the clock guy before?
No, but I knew the place.
His home used to be a bar that I hung out at as a legal teen, years and years and years and years ago. The bar, the Boondocks, is now a private residence, gone personal antiques, owned and lovingly cared for by two wonderful people, G and his wife J, who love to show off their treasures.
Thanks Gary and Jan, we had a wonderful time, and look forward to the day we pick up Mom's Cuckoo Clock.