I like this pic Rochelle took because of my enjoyment of American history. Since I have been busy with other projects and the prompt fits the subject matter well, I thought I’d give you folks a story from last year. Those of you new to my blog, please enjoy this story which has a touch of the old fashioned in it.
By the way, Rochelle not only took this picture, she’s also the Friday Fictioneers Webmistress.
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.