The Watch...

[birdguy 3,943]

The Watch

It was a great Christmas.  Lee and I got everything we asked for, and more.

The extended family had gathered on Christmas Eve to open gifts.  Aunty Mit and Uncle Bob,  our cousin Emile and his wife Elsie, and Grandma.  Dad fixed eggnog for everyone, and Mom set out the plates of Christmas Cookies she  spent the past week making.  Lee and I were shaking the gifts under the tree making last minute guesses.

I think the wrist watches we got from Grandma were our favorites that year.  They were gold, with gold expansion bands.  They were some sort of symbol or rite of passage.  

We had worn toy watches before.  Tin frames with printed cardboard faces and paper thin imitation leather straps.  But these were real.  You could set the hands and you had to wind them up every morning.  That was a responsibility that came with growing up.  It marked some sort of transition from little kid to big kid status.

The bands were as important as the watches.  Expansion bands were rare.  To have one on a kid's watch was a sign of real class.  Even though they fit rather loosely  (Dad had taken out all the links he could), the bands made Lee and I sophisticated gentlemen.  Rolling the watches around  to the top of our wrists from time to time was a small price to pay for such status.

For the rest of Christmas break we fawned over our watches.  We wore them everywhere.  We wanted to show everyone how grown-up and worldly we were.  We couldn't wait to show our neighborhood friends, and bask in their envy.

Every night  Lee and I would take off our watches and place them under our pillows.  We could almost hear them tick through the stuffing.  We would wake in the morning, take the watches from their safe hiding places,  and smile at each other as we carefully wound them.  We would synchronize the hands as we had seen Robert Ryan and his soldiers do in a recent war movie.  And then the two runt towheads would get dressed and peacock strut from the bedroom to the kitchen where breakfast was waiting.

Christmas break was over.  It was time to go back to school.  Normally I dreaded returning to school after a break, but today was different.  I had a new watch to show off.  I called my friend Rich and told him I wanted to leave early.  I wanted to show off that watch to everyone I could before the first bell rang.

It was also a rare morning for San Francisco.  It was very cold that night.  The temperature fell to just below freezing.  There was a thin sheet of ice on the pond at the park.

Rich and I walked past the park on our way to school.  We detoured to the pond to witness for ourselves the magic of winter ice.  Snow and ice are something most California kids almost never see.

The ice must have been a quarter of an inch thick.  We knelt by the pond and felt it with our fingers.  We poked at it with sticks, and in the thin spots, the stick would break through the ice into the water.  It was magnificent and magical.

Some of the other school kids arrived and threw rocks out on the ice.  The larger stones would break through the ice and splash.  The smaller ones would rest on top of the ice, spared the final submersion until the sun warmed the pond and melted the ice a few hours later.

Rich and I began to throw the rocks further and further out onto the ice.  Rich was bigger and stronger than I was, and his rocks would always outdistance mine. But the competition had to be met, even when you knew you were going to loose.

I picked up a stone that felt right, wound up my pitch, and let fly as hard as I could.  The satisfaction of a good toss was quickly replaced by a sudden anxious knot deep in my stomach as I felt the expansion band and my watch slip over my hand and saw my treasured symbol of worldliness and status follow the stone in a perfect arc almost to the center of the pond.  

There it lay, glinting in the morning sunlight like a jewel,  resting on the ice right next to the hole made by the stone it had followed.  I started to alternately giggle and cry.  Then the lump in my throat choked off both.  I'm sure a small tear welled up in at least one eye, but my friends were there, and I could not cry.

"It's just a cheap watch," I told them, “no big deal."  But it was a big deal.  My acceptance into the world of big kids and sophistication had just been forfeited.

The worst thing was, I would have to tell Mom.  No, the worst thing was she wasn't going to let me con Lee out of his watch.
 

Noel

Edited September 17, 2021 by birdguy

[Tim_Capps 474]

No, the worst thing would have been creeping out on the ice to rescue it!

That made me remember my first watch. It was a genuine Mickey Mouse watch with a red band I got for Christmas. Fast-forward 60 years: I can have Mickey on my Apple Watch. But it's not the same.

[charliearon 3,024]

Wish I still had my first watch I received for Christmas!  Hopalong Cassidy rides again!

 

[Paul Deluca 164]

1 hour ago, charliearon said:

Wish I still had my first watch I received for Christmas!  Hopalong Cassidy rides again!

 

Yeeeee  Haaaa!!! Charlie.

[W2DR 1,860]

My first watch is still in the family. A 1946 Ingersoll Mickey Mouse. I passed it on to my son who has now passed it on to my grandson. Lots of memories there.

[birdguy 3,943]

2 hours ago, W2DR said:

I passed it on to my son who has now passed it on to my grandson.

It's become an heirloom.

Just like these stories of mine.  I wrote them for my grandkids and now they are being read by my great grandson and my great granddaughters after they learn how to read.  They have become heirlooms which is why I hesitate to offer them up for publication.  They don't belong to me anymore.  They belong to the family.

Noel

[Paul Deluca 164]

5 hours ago, Paul Deluca said:

Yeeeee  Haaaa!!! Charlie.

I forgot one more, Desert Skies by the Marshall Tucker Band. You got me going here, Happy Trails Roy, and Dale Tumbling Tumbleweeds Nice Watch.

[Fielder 3,673]

Found!

[n4gix 4,947]

10 hours ago, charliearon said:

Wish I still had my first watch I received for Christmas!  Hopalong Cassidy rides again!

My parents gave me a beautiful Bulova Gold Toned watch for my 13th birthday. The salesman told them it was self-winding, so I didn't wind it for a few days. Four days later when I woke up in the morning I was crushed to find that the watch had stopped running overnight!

My dad took me to the jewelry counter at Macy's to see about the warranty. The young lady working that department that morning checked the watch and said "The watch hasn't been wound sir."  When my dad said that he was told it was "self-winding," she smiled and gently said "Well sir it is self-winding; you have to wind it yourself!"

My dad exchanged it for a real self-winding watch. I had a great mom and dad. I used to get teased about having been adopted from a  life of utter poverty, but I early on learned to simply tell the teasers "Well, at least I know my parents love me, of all the orphans and abandoned boys in the world, they chose me!"

[cmpbellsjc 2,960]

On 9/17/2021 at 2:16 PM, birdguy said:

They were some sort of symbol or rite of passage.  

That was a responsibility that came with growing up.  It marked some sort of transition from little kid to big kid status.

 

 

Different days for sure. Although I’m only half your age, it was similar when I was growing up.

I remember for girls the rite of passage so to speak was when their moms finally let them wear makeup and pantyhose. For boys it was either getting their first shave or maybe their first car or drivers license.

Now the rites of passage to adult hood are more along the lines of parents letting the youngster get their first tattoo, body piercing or breast augmentation. 😂😂😂

 Nice story however.

[Fielder 3,673]

i"m off topic but Deep Blue dive watches just went on a big Black Friday sale. They have steep discounts a lot of the time, but not like this. Tons of Youtube videos and threads on watchuseek forums about their watches in general. Their (44 or 41 mm) tritium T100 watches lume all the time, whether charged with light or not.

https://deepbluewatches.com/index.html