In the dining room of my grandfather’ s house stood his heavy clock. Meals in the dining room were a (21) for our four generations to become one. My grandfather’ s clock always stood like a trusted old family friend, (22) us playing jokes and tellingstories, which was already a (23) of our life.
When I was a child, the old clock interested me. I watched and listened to it during (24) I was surprised how at (25) times of the day, the clock would strike three times, six times or more, with a wonderful great (26) that echoed throughout the house. The clock chimed year after year, a part of my (27) , a part of my heart.
Even more (28) to me was my grandfather’s special action each day. He meticulously (29) the clock with a special key each day. The key was magic to me. It (30) our family’ s magnificent clock ticking and striking all year round.