A few weeks ago, our cuckoo clock stopped working. I knew my dad knew an older guy who worked out of his house fixing clocks – my dad had used him – so I got the number and gave the guy a call.
This clock guy lives only minutes from where I work, so I called and asked when I could drop off the clock; he was free then.
So I ran over.
He looked at the clock, diagnosed, fixed and oiled the clock in about 10 minutes.
Cost? $5.
Honest.
And then I made a blunder – as he was marking the clock to indicate when it was oiled, I asked him where he learned the craft (he does watches and clocks). He said back where he was born, in Europe.
I asked what country (he sounded German, but not really).
He replied “Hungry,” and then the floodgates opened.
This guy works out of his house in a little room which I assume was once a bedroom, and he probably doesn’t see many people during the day (he had pictures of grandkids, but I don’t know if his wife was still alive) – so when I asked him what country, I proceeded to get his life history. Honest. Here is just some of what I can remember:
- The house he grew up in had only three rooms, the main room dominated by the pot-bellied stove, which was used for cooking and heat.
- One small room was used as a pantry of sorts, to store produce. Carrots they’d stick into the sand that was the floor, and pull them out and use as necessary.
- 10 people lived in this house – seven children, mom, dad and grandpa. Everyone slept in the main room around the stove.
- House was made of abode, with walls about 15 inches thick. The front of the house, while adobe, was covered with stone.
- Very hot in the summer, and they’d have to take the Hungarian equivalent of a a siesta during midday. Too dangerous to work outside at this time.
- He violated this siesta rule once and was sun-struck. He almost died.
- Dangerously cold in the winter too; people outside could freeze to death.
- His grandfather froze to death. He was going to another town although his parents begged him to not go at that time. He didn’t listen; he froze.
- Water was pulled from the well and poured into shallow wooden troughs for use.
- He moved to the Dominican Republic at some point.
- Very hot in the Dominican Republic, too – everyone wore broad-brimmed straw hats to shield from the sun, plus – when you moved – the brims would flap up and down, stirring up a little breeze for your face.
- He saw then Vice President Richard Nixon while in the Dominican Republic.
- After coming to America, he was drafted right before the Bay of Pigs Invasion.
- He couldn’t fill out his draft form because he only spoke/wrote Hungarian and Spanish, not English. Some Sargent tore him a new one for not filling it out, but he can only guess he was sworn at because he didn’t speak the language.
- They gave him a Spanish form to complete, and they told him he’d be going to Cuba, but that never happened.
A remarkable torrent of tales.