May 4, 1952. Cuckoo clocks.
This is weird. I didn’t realize ‘til I reblogged this that a slight variation of this very clock hung in our family’s house for years. Same pine cone weights, same leaf pendulum, same face, same cuckoo! No squirrels, though. My subconscious eyeballs must have seen it before I did. The clock hangs in my apartment now.