My Grandparents

Margaret Ella CONNELLY was born January 29, 1879 the daughter of Asenah BARTON and James CONNELLY in Philipstown, New York and died February 10, 1952 in Poughkeepsie, New York. She married July 7, 1895 in the Village of Fishkill Leonard Richardson HAWKS b. September 1, 1861 son of Freelove IRELAND and John Barton HAWKS in Philipstown and died June 29, 1937 in Poughkeepsie, New York.

Wilhemina Friedericke HALM was born January 27, 1890 in Baltmannsweiler, Germany the daughter of Christine Pauline BECK and Christian Friedrick HALM and died in Poughkeepsie, New York November 26, 1978. She married April 29, 1912 Wilhelm Jacob BUECHELE born April 9, 1886 Oschelbronn, Germany son of Katherine LAYER and Wilhelm BUECHELE and died March 10, 1966.

My Grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf, So it stood ninety years on the shelf. It was taller by half than the old man himself, Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.

It was bought on the morn of the day he was born, It was always his treasure and pride, And it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died.

In watching its pendulum swing to and fro, Many hours he spent as a boy. And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know, And it shared both his sorrow and joy.

And it struck twenty-four when he entered the door, With a blooming and beautiful bride, And it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died.

Ninety years without slumbering, tick, tock, tick, tick, It's life seconds numbering, tick tock, tick, tock, And it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died.

 My Grandfather said that of those he could hire, Not a servant so faithful he found. It wasted no tine and it had one desire, At the end of the week to be wound.

 And it stayed in its place, not a frown upon its face, And it's hands never hung by it's side, And it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died.

 Now it rang an alarm in the still of the night, An alarm that for years had been dumb. We knew that his spirit was plumbing in flight, That his hour of departure had come.

 Still the clock kept its time with a soft and muffled chime, As we silently stood by his side, And it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died.

 Ninety years without slumbering, tick, tock, tick, tick, It's life seconds numbering, tick tock, tick, tock, And it stopped short, never to go again, when the old man died.