When I started this site, it was to be a hobby split, more or less equally between not so sophisticated (or astute) legal commentary, and Detroit history. Well, it has turned out that, what with our frolicsome Michigan legislators and judges, I have devoted all of my very modest talents to the legal end of things. I haven't written about Detroit history since June of 2008.
For over a year the home page picture of this site was of the "Kern's" Clock, now shown under the headline of this piece. The Kern's clock has been a Detroit landmark for generations. It first appeared over the entrance to the Kern's Department store, built in 1929 on Woodward and Gratiot next to the downtown Hudson's. Part of the city skyline, including Kern's is shown below. The company was established in 1883. The 1929 building was the final Kern's building on the site, the original having been built in 1900.
Back when downtown shopping districts thrived, arranging to meet "under the Kern's clock" was common for many after a day of shopping, dining or movie-going (my parents' families included).
Alas, the massive downtown department stores declined as metro areas expanded and Kern's closed its doors in 1959. The store was torn down in 1966 along with old Detroit City Hall in the current home page picture. What to do with the "Kern Block" was a common question for the city of Detroit through the Seventies and Eighties, when Hudson's, Kern's old neighbor, came down.
When Compuware eventually built its headquarters on the site of both stores, an area few knew was once called Campus Martius, the clock came back to its current location, on street level outside the Compuware Building.
While I had never been downtown while Kern's was standing, I always loved the idea of the Kern's clock, kind of like something out of a Forties romantic comedy.
The history of the Kern's clock really was something from a generation earlier than my own. I have always had some trouble explaining it to folks my own age, much less anyone younger. So, I was greatly surprised and pleased when I picked up my local paper last week to find in the "Engagements" section, a picture of two young "To Be Weds" under the "Kern's Clock".
So, I now have irrefutable proof that one of, if not the greatest, of Detroit's romantic traditions has passed on to another generation. Thanks to those young 'uns, thanks to my folks who passed the story of the Kern's clock to me, and thanks to those who saw to it that the clock survived to take its place back in the life of the City.

