A little bit of the old-fashioned here. Not just the lamps, however.
Rochelle, that’s a great pic. Thanks for prompting it. But, you left your shopping cart on the island again! 😉
Now, let’s see if I got it right this time.
I couldn’t find Grandma’s kerosene lamps anywhere! I looked all over. Nothing. Those lamps had history for her and Grandpa. When the power went out at her house, he brought them to her kitchen along with a marriage proposal.
When I arrived home, I discovered Peggy in my kitchen with Grandma’s lamps glowing on the kitchen island!
“Surprise! I was in the neighborhood and your Grandma let me in. She said you’d need these.”
I sure did. Her face beaming brighter than the flame in the lamps, I knelt down at Peggy’s feet and placed a ring on her finger.