Jeri Y.
Lovely reminiscence.
After returning my watch to you (because it didn't work after you repaired it), you gently informed me that I might not be using it properly - because it worked just fine for you. I spoke with three people, all of whom were as sweet and competent as they could be, you convinced me to take my watch back and try again. Someone even took the time to type out instructions on what to wind where, etc. Please imagine my tears (really!) when I wound the watch, wound the alarm, and than adjusted the leg until the alarm went off: the alarm was a music box rendition of "I Could Have Danced All Night," which I hadn't heard in 47 years. My Dad gave me that watch when I graduated from college, and it was my alarm clock until I broke it, and couldn't afford to have it fixed. It languished in the back of my jewelry box until I found you. Thank you for your good service, kind approach, and lovely memory.



