Many years ago, maybe in the early 1990s, I self-gifted an oak, chiming clock to match my small home office suite. I have cherished this clock for many years, packing it carefully through three moves since that time. Several months ago, the tic toc pendulum continued to move like a metronome, but the hands of the clock remained stubbornly still. Batteries were replaced and nothing happened.
I resolved that this clock would work again, like a remnant of my past I refused to abandon. After several hours, a few YouTubes, a search on the internet for parts, and an $85 replacement package on its way, I continue to hope for a vibrant future. Nothing is too old to be reclaimed J