Awhile back I decided I wanted a wall of  clocks. So started looking at clocks. I looked on line and bought some, I looked at stores and bought them. No they don't have a memory behind them, if I want more I will add to them. It is not a collection. I do not collect. If I see something I like I will usually buy it. I love my clocks. The ironic thing is with my OCD, time is sort of my enemy. The night we finished hanging them I started to laugh. I just thought it was crazy to put the thing that frustrates me the most on the wall staring at me. That night Eric and I were talking and he asked what time it was. I just gave him one of my crazy looks and he started to laugh. He finally remembered what did all day.