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WESTMINSTER CHIMES We all know the chimes of Big Ben, at present silent because of refurbishment of the tower, but do you know that there is a text to their melody? I read it recently when in search for a Christmas story to tell you. This is that story. Its title was “My most precious Christmas Present”, and it concerned an heirloom. It interested me because these days I am sometimes looking at things in my house, wondering which of my children might want this or that when I have departed this life, and chokingly they tell me “Put a sticker on it.” The person who told the story had been given, as a Christmas present by his parents, not something newly bought, but his grandparents’ clock. It chimed like the Westminster one, and far from being disappointed, he valued that present above any other. He had heard the chimes from the clock in his grandparents’ living room all through his childhood, and he had loved those chimes. When Grandpa died, the clock went with Grandma to the nursing home, and when Grandma died, his parents gave it to him as a Christmas present. Then only he saw that the clock face had a number of fine cracks, and he asked his mother how these came about. His mother told him that they originated in April 1945 when bombs fell on her father’s house. The only item her father had rescued from the burning home was this clock, he had thrown it out of the window and it landed on the mattress of a neighbour. “But why was that clock so important to him”, he asked. And his mother told him: “He had bought it on the Leipzig Fair for the money which he had received after selling his Motorbike, which was a BMW and very special to him.” But the parents had insisted that he should get rid of it when his wife was pregnant. And so, there was a family story connected to the clock, which now was in the living room of another generation. When telling the story to his own daughter, the man thought of looking up the words behind those chimes. They are: O Lord our God, Be thou our guide That by thy help, No foot may slide. Brigitte Williams 10