I was in a house full of clocks today. French clocks, wall clocks, vienna regulators, mantle clocks, the gamut. Pulled out a wonderful 1820 circa Silas Hoadley tall case clock from Plymouth, Connecticut. I will post pictures of the grandfather one of these days. I am starting to love that period so much. Very pure and graceful, not overly ornamented, completely American.
It is hard to think about clocks and the early 18th century frankly without thinking of my late friend Tony Duchi. Teacher, mentor, surrogate father, sailor, yachtsman, inventor, industrial designer, nautical and New England antique collector, a man that treated me better than family. Liz and Tony were the family that you would pick if you had a choice in the matter.
Tony and I were on different sides of the aisle politically yet never had a cross word. He treated me with respect and what more can you ask of a man? Tony was from New England originally or his family was, I believe Boston. We did a lot together, judged the car shows, ate and drank, laughed, cried, the whole megillah.
I wish he was here so that I could show him my new swag. He would love it. My consigliore, I miss him a lot.
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