A couple of weeks ago, when my friends and I went antiquing, my friend, Shirley, took a small vintage lamp to be rewired. I was reminded that I have a similar one that was my mom’s.
I made a mental note to look through some storage boxes in search of Mom’s lamp, but hadn’t really given it further thought.
Monday, I decided to clean out our “Christmas closet”. It’s a long narrow closet, and I don’t recall the last time I was actually at the rear of it. As I was rummaging through there, separating out what to keep, what to toss and what to take to the thrift shop, I happened upon a small box that didn’t contain Christmas items.
And in that box was Mama’s old lamp. There are no markings on it at all, and although that looks like dirt along the bottom, I think it may have been “gold” at one time. It’s about five inches tall, not counting the fixture. Wouldn’t I just love to know how she happened to have this: was it a gift? Handed down to her from another family member?
I was amazed that I just happened upon this little lamp so soon after I had been reminded of it.
Now… to shop for a suitable lampshade. (Sounds like another treasure hunt antiquing trip to me!)
~These Days Of Mine~
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