April 29, 2009 Wasn't that some storm Saturday evening? I am still hangin' out at Carol and Bob's following my hip fractures. I thought the fierce wind and rain were surely going to burst through the picture window near where I was sitting. Then no electricity. Then darkness fell. Bob soon had the generator going but had to make a quick trip to Romeo for more gas..no up and running gas stations in Almont.
While rummaging through my brain for something to write about, Carol suggested the "good ol' days" (Alan says the only thing good about the good ol' days is that they are gone…well, yes and no) before we had electricity in our homes.
In my years from birth to age 6 or 7, we lived on a farm on North Shoemaker Road. I remember well the lamp on the wall above the hutch. It had a plate-like mercury glass reflector which made for a little more light. I am now its proud owner and it is electrified. For my tiny bedroom I had a beautiful tiny green lamp with some gold trim.
When we moved to the farm on South Shoemaker Road, my Dad immediately had it electrified. I was given the honor of turning on the first switch.
The little green lamp was stored away up in the attic in a box with Grandmother Miller's parlor lamp with two beautiful large, round globes. I decided it would be nice to have Grandmother Miller's lamp electrified and Red climbed the little ladder to the attic to retrieve the box. Lo and behold, the little green lamp appeared. I tried to clean it but that was a mistake. Part of the green went with it. But, it remains in the family. Oldest son Lee has a collection of oil lamps and I gave it to him.
Of course, kerosene lanterns were the only light in the barns of the good ol'
days, at least in my Dad's barn. I have wondered why more barns didn't burn.
So, last evening Carol got out her kerosene lamp and we sat as in the evenings of the "good ol' days."