A sense of cosmic nuttiness overcame me when I saw an oval framed photo of an elderly woman. "That's a beautiful old Victorian frame" said the shopkeeper. Indeed it was. On a whim I bought that too.
My bell was king of grungy, encrusted with grime and that green stuff that tarnishes brass. The ship's chief electrician let me use his electric wire brush and buffing wheel. That got the gunk off. Some hours later, with the help of some brass polish, the old bell looked pretty good.
Granny |
Having little wall space in my stateroom, I hung it on a wall (a/k/a bulkhead) in the survey control center where I worked. Until I left the ship Granny swayed back and forth as the ship rolled. Granny observed all activities and she was on watch 24 hours a day. Nobody told me to take Granny's picture down.
After all these years I still have the bell and George V coffee cup, but I left Granny aboard the good ship Michelson.