Ask Not for Whom the Bell Tolls, It Tolls for Thee
We have a grandfather clock in our house. For those who don't know what that is, it's one of those clocks which are 6 feet tall and chime a little melody before tolling the hour. Well, the other night, around two or three-o'clock in the morning, the damn thing tolled one-hundred o'clock. My little sister, Catherine, in her bed, counted it toll all 100 times!........................Now, isn't that just kookie!
posted by Anne Marie at 6:44 AM
3 Comments:
Kooky!! Here's another one. My great grandfather had one in his house. His worked perfectly and you could hear it everywhere. He lived to be 97 and the day he died the "clock stopped, never to run again". Spooky!! Kitty :)
2:27 PM, September 10, 2004
Spooky! Here's another one: two newlyweds inherit a great-great grandfather clock. Every time a new baby is conceived the clock rings a number of times proportionate to the order of the child. Gettin Jiggy Wit It!
9:32 PM, September 10, 2004
Well, if it rings 100 times again, you are either in the twilight zone or you need to open a school for all your wee ones.
10:10 PM, September 10, 2004
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