The watch story

When my father passed my sisters and I kept some of his things. I inherited two watches.

I didn't give them much thought until this year when I was cleaning out a closet and rediscovered them.

One had an art deco face and I liked its style so I took it to a local jeweler to have it restored.

Little did I know that it would take months and months.

There were parts that had to be ordered since watch repairing is becoming a lost art.

They finally had to end up sending it to a Rolex dealer in Buffalo to repair some of the inside parts.

I thought I would never see it again but yesterday I finally got the phone call that it was ready

I bought a new band and now I will proudly wear it.

I couldn't get very good pictures of it.

 

 

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