My dad had an old compass that he received from his grandfather. He’d carry it around in his right front pocket, and every now and then pull it out, open it up and look at it…
When I was a small child I thought it was a magic watch.
I don’t know what ever happened to that old compass.
When my parents died, I was the executor in charge of the sale and distribution of all their personal assets. I searched for that compass, yet never found it among either Mother’s or Dad’s belongings.
None of my siblings had seen it in years.
Maybe it really was magic and just disappeared when Dad didn’t need it anymore.