One day, as I was attending to one of my many clocks in the shop, A young lady walked in, carrying with her what appeared to be some old wooded slates. As she approached the counter, carefully placing each slat on the counter, with a patient breath, she introduced herself as Mary. I greeted her and ask what was it she was needing, as I remained very curious about the slates of wood. She told me that the slates were from an old case clock that her great-grandfather had crafted from the family Oak tree. She added that when her great-grandfather was a young man, this tree had been struck down by lighting, her great grand-father constructed a case clock that remained in the family up to about 10 years ago – she then presented the vintage movements that the old clock once housed. I remarked, how sad for the tree but how wonderful that her great grand-father had resurrected the tree into a clock. She agreed , going on to say that the tree served the family well for many years, marking the modest gravesites of her relatives.