You Light Up My Life was a #1 hit song by Debby Boone in 1977. Pat Boone was her father. I was a big fan of his in the 1950's-60's. (Ain't That A Shame; Love Letters In The Sand; April Love and Moody River.) But I digress. This post isn't about songs.
It's about lamps, specifically two old lamps that belonged to my parents which I still have.
This one, I think, dates from the 40's. The base was originally cobalt blue. It was paint that easily washed off which I did after the blue became chipped and unattractive.
I let the designs in the glass be the focus now.
It's a rather short, squat, lamp. The shade is about the same size as the old pleated, worn out one was.
I like this lamp. It sets in my office.
This is the other lamp. It stands on the chest of drawers in the spare bedroom. Its shade is also newer, perhaps not the best match for the base, but, oh well.
I do know a bit more about the history of this lamp. It was given to my parents in the 1950's by the Corning Gun Club for the care and raising of pheasants to be released throughout the county for hunting.
The pheasants were raised in a brooder house up the road on the west side at another farm site which we referred to as the other place. There were at least two years of pheasant raising there and, I think, even another lamp though I can't recall what it looked like.
What I especially like about this lamp is that it has a 3-way switch.
The base is a night light on it's own. Or you can have just the lamp lit or both the base and the lamp.
This lamp sat unused on top of the wardrobe in the west room upstairs for years because the switch didn't work.
I liked the looks of this lamp so much. I kept it and my talented handyman husband rewired it for me.
I love this lamp.
I am at the stage in my life that I really would like my children and grandchildren to speak up for items they would like to have either to use or to keep as remembrances of me and/or my parents and grandparents. Thus, the histories, as much as I know, of these objects that light up my life.
