About 35 years ago, I was working for a Rolex dealer. One day, a very dapper fellow, probably my age at the time, came into the store to look at Rolex watches. He and his mother had decided to buy his father a steel and gold Rolex Oyster Perpetual Date on matching Jubilee bracelet. The fellow was wearing a watch that was quite current at that time, a rectangular high tech ceramic quartz Rado. I sold him the Rolex.
A week or two later, his father came in, tickled pink with his new Rolex, and he wanted the bracelet adjusted. I did it for him, and showed him a few features about his new watch.
Just before he was preparing to depart, he
gave me two watches. The one, a 1933 private label Tavannes in a 9-karat case, dial marked J W Benson. The one his father gave him when he emigrated to Canada in the mid 1960s.The other one being a 1964 Accutron 214, the one he had been wearing, and the one I have on in the photo.
The story doesn’t end there. He told me he wanted the watches to go to someone who would appreciate them, as his Rado wearing son didn’t want them! I asked him if I could pay him for them, and he firmly declined the offer.
A day or two later, I went and bought a bottle of Harvey’s Bristol Cream Sherry for him, and a pretty bouquet for his Missus. I had them delivered. The following day, he phoned me, madder’n Hell that I would do such a thing! If he’d known I was going to do that, he said, he wouldn’t have given me the watches! He is now deceased, but his son likely is still around. I wonder if he ever regrets turning his back on his Dad’s watches!