My father (Boyd Davis) collected clocks all his life, a passion that I seem to have inherited. In 1971, my father and mother opened a clock retail store in Columbus , Ohio (The House of Clocks on Lane Ave). Since I was a junior in high school when the store opened, I’ve never been sure if the store was part of his love for clocks or set up as a second income for the family, or both.
My father had a retired jeweler that did trade work for him. In November 1974, the retired jeweler brought in a box full of clock case and movement parts he had been storing in his attic. He gave it to my father saying “I don’t know exactly what this is, but I’m sure it’s American. I’m sure it’s something special and I want you to have it”. My father offered to buy the box for $50, which was quickly refused. Since the store was busy, the box was placed on a shelf in the back room.
Just before Christmas, my father cleared a table in the back room, took the box down and proceeded to examined it, placing the pieces of the box into position on the table. The clock was totally apart, since all the glue joins had come apart, but it was all there. Much to my father’s surprise, he slowly laid out a complete J. C. Brown Acorn clock (case, movement, fusee mechanism and tablet). The clock was totally restored by father over the next several months.
My father, being one of the most honest men I ever knew, gave the gentleman 3 new Colonial grandfather clocks of his choosing, as payment for the clock. One for each of his grown daughters for Christmas; however, he refused the fourth clock that my father offered to place in his home.
The clock held a very prominent and prestigious place in my mother and father’s home for several years. It was the star of his collection. My father and mother divorced in 1980 after 27 years of marriage. The clock collection was sold, along with other possessions, to settle the divorce. I often wonder who is now showing off this magnificent sample of American clock making history in their collection. I can only hope it is admired as much as my father admired it.