Spring is the time when we set our clocks to spring forward an hour. In the fall, we return to this clock setting. The history of this change can be traced to 1919. During WWI, factories, offices along with other manufacturers, used the longer daylight hours in the war effort. This clock setting practice continues to this day. Arizona and Hawaii are the only states not to use daylight savings time.
As a child, I noted the change by awakening in the dark to get ready for school, My mother sent me to wake each of my brothers. I had to quickly give a back massage before they would wake up. Many spring mornings, I was treated with fog layered streets, casting an eerie glow over buildings.
When I had daylight driving, I had to leave my home as soon as I could see the road. Working longer hours in the summer months, I could write a 40 hour work week on my time card.
Now, with retirement and blind, I don’t notice the difference. I get up when I awaken and go to bed when I am tired. In my world, it is the same. I listen to news announcers complain about getting up early, dragging for days. I shrug and wonder what is all the fuss.
Melatonin not the light change resets my inner clock.
Time Change
Ttick, tock tones the clock.
wind the spring, count the dings.
Dad winds each clock.
Making sure they won’t stop.
Each one, has a voice.
oil workings,
keep parts moist.
Clocks are set to different times,
to allow each chime to shine.
Listen to the chimes at dawn.
I turn over as I yawn.
carolaspot@aol.com
March 11th ,2024
traveling up and down the blind highway 