When it comes to the world of watch collecting, specifically vintage watch collecting, the devil is in the details. To the untrained eye, two seemingly identical watches could command completely different prices – sometimes to the tune of thousands of dollars! Some folks spend hours, days, or even months looking for just the right piece, only to come up empty-handed.
I enjoy this aspect, the subtle differences, the history of a certain model, how close it is to original condition, whether it was issued to the military or designed for a certain purpose like diving, exploration, aviation, etc. It’s easy to get lost in the myriad of eccentricities, but that’s what attracts and sucks in a lot of watch enthusiasts. My brother, on the other hand, doesn’t care in the least bit about these things — and here’s why that matters.
After wearing the same Rolex GMT Master II 16710 for almost 25 years, my father finally broke down and got a new watch. I had already been in the watch game for a while so he gave his GMT Master II to my brother. It was a surprise to my brother – he was thrilled. However, he didn’t care about the sharpness of the lugs or that it had been polished. He didn’t ask if the date wheel or bracelet and end links were correct. He didn’t look to see if it was a matte or gloss dial. Hell, he didn’t know a lug hole from an ear hole.
Neil, Walt, and Walt’s GMT II
What he did know was that throughout our youth that watch was always on our Father’s wrist. He wore it when he was in the military, swimming, skiing, hunting, and traveling. He wore that thing everywhere he took us and it bore the marks and memories of growing up with our Dad. My brother knew it was important and appreciated it for what it meant, and because of who it came from – not for little details that it may or may not have had.
It’s easy for us collectors to get lost in the details. Sometimes we can’t see the forest for the trees. My brother’s story is a nice reminder to appreciate the pieces I have; that sometimes the history and stories they tell can be more valuable than anything else. We should step back every once in a while and realize each piece tells a story and is a true work of art in its own right. And who cares if Steve McQueen did or didn’t wear one?! Okay, forget that last part.
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Michael DiMartini
Fantastic article Neil. It truely is wonderful to see love that your father has for you and his family. It so crazy how watches, passed down generation after generation have such an impact on us.
Chris
That was a really nice piece and a good reminder. Also, thanks for eschewing the usual stupid April Fools post that makes the Internet insufferable on this day and instead opting for refreshing sincerity.
Myron
Neil, you’re so right. I have my father’s ’58 Seamaster that my mom gave to him in 1960 and it is a treasure beyond tangible value. I remember my Dad winding it in the morning and wearing it for everything. Great article. Thanks for reminding us all of what’s really important.
Myron