The local newspaper this weekend featured a human interest story about a horologist. For the uninformed, including me until I read the article, a horologist is the someone who studies time as it relates to watch and clockmaking and repair.
This slice of life story made me stop and think about all of the ways that people contribute and what they find worthwhile, including creating a career out of it. And he made a comment
“I restore memories and that’s an awesome thing. Bringing back someone’s cherished memory means I’ve contributed something to this other person’s journey. That makes me feel like I matter.”
Aren’t we all looking for that opportunity to contribute to one another’s journey and feel like we matter? And yet I was also silently smiling a little as a school librarian when the article writer explained,
Once in a while, he’s had to deliver some brutal honesty, informing a potential client that what they’ve got is beyond repair or just not worthy of the cost.
I felt this. Because I spend some portion of the year pulling books off the shelf to donate to a location that might have an audience that would appreciate them or truly pull them off the shelf and discard them. That’s a hard conversation with others who see the books in the recycle bin or trash and want to save them. I have my ready-made reply that both understands where they’re coming from but explaining that everything must come to an end, even a book’s life.
Are horology and library science the same? No, but there are connections to be made. Emotions to be had. Feelings of the books from your childhood that you want to preserve. I shared the epic moment on Instagram that I gifted my boys with my copies of Calvin and Hobbes that I had been collecting since I was a child. What are those items– clocks or books– that have cherished memories?






























