My grandparents bought an Ansonia mantel clock for their farm house back in 1895. In the late 1950s their grandson, me, was told that I could have any one thing I wanted from the treasure trove in the attic of that home. I came down with that clock. We took it home and my dad had it restored and placed on our mantle. He had childhood memories of it chiming. Throughout the rest of my childhood that clock chimed the hours away. That was such a memory that twenty-eight years ago my wife and I bought a grandfather clock for our home. I continue to wind it each week and have it serviced. It chimes on the quarter hour as well as the hour. We all love it! And that old Ansonia? I inherited that when dad passed and we still have it.