My maternal grandparents received this clock as a wedding gift in 1929. It has a hurricane story to tell, dating back to September of 1933 in San Benito, Texas. In those days there was little evacuation before a hurricane. People simply secured their homesteads as best they could, hunkered down, sometimes moving to a nearby fortress, such as a well built hotel. During this hurricane, the third and worst one to impact their city that year, my grandparents and also their parents, my great-grandparents, decided to weather the storm in their homes.
The wind and rain was so fierce that the roof of my great-grandparent's home caved in, and the walls as well. During the eye of the storm they waded in chest-deep water to take refuge in my grandparent's home. As the dirty side of the storm with its accompanying tornadoes began to savagely beat upon them, they had to pile up furniture to keep the doors closed. The house felt as if it would shake apart. I can almost hear the prayers of my godly grandmother as she cried out to God for protection. God's choice was protection for them, and as the storm subsided someone announced, "Look! THE WEDDING CLOCK is still hanging on the wall!" That was amazing to them. The strength of the storm was such that as they walked around in the aftermath, my grandfathers saw a straw, like a straw from a broom, that had been blown clear through a telephone pole. Astonishing.
THE WEDDING CLOCK passed to my mother. It is no wonder that when she was surveying the carnage around her home left from Hurricane Ike, as she walked into the guest bedroom, she gratefully thought, "Look! THE WEDDING CLOCK is still hanging on the wall!"