As I reminisce to days long past, i remember visiting my elderly German/Hungarian grandparents during a holiday when I was a child, and my younger brother and I could not touch the highly polished furniture or sit on the couch with the adults in the living room. This is because our “sticky fingers” might make a mark. While being secluded from the adults on the front enclosed sunporch on the second floor of their rental, we sat under a hand-carved German-made clock that announced the hour and half-hour while the dancing children dressed in “Swiss Alps” attire emerged with the sound of the cuckoo, cuckoo!

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