This was my dad's watch, one of his prized possessions. He always looked up to my mothers father. Grandpa Ed was a Mason and carried a Hamilton pocket watch. My grandfather worked for the railroad and used a pocket watch like many railroad men did. My dad became a Mason in 1955 and to honor his new membership, my mother bought him his own railway special.
The watch is now one of my prize possessions. I told my dad years ago that I would like to have it after he was gone and he gave it to me sometime after that. I don't typically carry it, but I do wind it once or twice a week to keep it in good running condition. Occasionally I take the back off and admire the movement and listen to the precision tick that I used to hear much better when I was a child.