sophie's fair

Music Box (c) The San Francisco Music Box Company

my grandmother loved her music box, i loved it too. i used to watch the stiff ballerina as she glided on the surface of the red music box. i think my love for knickknacks and other whimsy objets d'art started with that little thing that played a neverending tune. growing up, i had this silly dream about seeing the right guy coming from a mile away based on what he could give -- i thought to myself, "well a music box isnt as expensive as the hancock red diamond, he [whoever he is] is fortunate indeed as i only ask for a trinket that plays a neverending tune" -- someone did give me what i asked for, only he wasnt the one.
i remember getting lots of prank calls esp in the wee hrs of the morning a while back and i hated it still do, i mean doesnt anyone?? i get prank calls to this day, just yesterday i almost threw the darn phone answering a call from someone who's determined to stay anonymous. suddenly my thoughts flashed on one particular incident, sometime in the wee hrs of the morning i answered the phone and heard a music box playing (that sounded like this) and when it stopped, i heard a boy maybe about my age whose voice cracked as he said, "i love you" then hung up. my prankster never called again after that (or maybe he still did) but i never found out who he was. the story might be freaky to some but for my part, the prankster and his music box will remain in the recesses of my mind.

did you know...
it is believed that louis favre, a watchmaker from geneva, was responsible for making the first music box in the eighteenth century.