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My Dad died over 4 years ago and my mother basically enshrined all of his things and won’t touch them. Understandable.

However, she knows that I wanted his watches. They are not valuable at all, but they are a sentimental bond between me and the old man.

Firstly, I got the watch that I bought him in the very early 2000’s, which is a $400 Bulova Marine Star. It is a two-tone, fake gold and steel quartz shitter, but it is still a very attractive watch. I have two of them myself (1 I keep for bracelet links). He was very into stretch bracelets and while I have found his old stretch bracelets to be hideous, he put a pretty nice one on this watch that matches the two-tone look perfectly.

Next is a complete shitter that my mother bought him that he completely eschewed for my watch. It actually looks like a tasteful, dress watch, but has no horological significance is just a quartz watch.

Lastly, the prize of the collection, is an old Bulova Accutron that I have so far estimated to be from 1968-1971 that belonged to his father, as well. It is a round, 36mm 14K case with heavy patina on a gold or champagne dial. Also put on a stretch bracelet.

I won’t wear these much at all as they’re small and outdated watches. I do, however, wear that Marine Star about once a month as the mood strikes me.

My Dad died over 4 years ago and my mother basically enshrined all of his things and won’t touch them. Understandable. However, she knows that I wanted his watches. They are not valuable at all, but they are a sentimental bond between me and the old man. Firstly, I got the watch that I bought him in the very early 2000’s, which is a $400 Bulova Marine Star. It is a two-tone, fake gold and steel quartz shitter, but it is still a very attractive watch. I have two of them myself (1 I keep for bracelet links). He was very into stretch bracelets and while I have found his old stretch bracelets to be hideous, he put a pretty nice one on this watch that matches the two-tone look perfectly. Next is a complete shitter that my mother bought him that he completely eschewed for my watch. It actually looks like a tasteful, dress watch, but has no horological significance is just a quartz watch. Lastly, the prize of the collection, is an old Bulova Accutron that I have so far estimated to be from 1968-1971 that belonged to his father, as well. It is a round, 36mm 14K case with heavy patina on a gold or champagne dial. Also put on a stretch bracelet. I won’t wear these much at all as they’re small and outdated watches. I do, however, wear that Marine Star about once a month as the mood strikes me.

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Reminds me of the joke:

Hey Aaron, new watch?

Yea, my dad sold it to me just before he died.

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Nice. It's not the thing, but the memories with the thing that count.

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I wonder why they call it a watch.

Your story exemplifies what I love most about watches.

Of course they’re stories we tell ourselves to justify the purchases we make, but there is some truth to them: watches live on beyond us.

The memories of your dad with these shitter watches, the love he assuredly held for his acutron, they represent a shared experience between you two. It’s a beautiful thing.

When I graduated from college, I was given my grandfathers watch. He was a college professor, and he wore his bulova daily throughout many years of his career… timing his debate teams, measuring time to get home for dinner, timing the steaks on the grill. It was a part of him.

My condolences on the passing of your father, and thank you for sharing your story. It’s affirmation that we all need to purchase the next one :)

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Yeah, man. EXACTLY. Coincidentally, my father was also a college professor. Thanks.

I have been working and recovering from flu or Covid, but I will try to remember to take pictures of them and post them.