A little bit of the old-fashioned here.
Mary Shipman sent us this wonderful pic. Thank-you, Mary.
This story first appeared March 30th, 2013 and again on August 15th, 2014. Always remember that, if you read AND comment, I will do the same for you. Reciprocation. It builds audiences for everyone.
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. Peggy’s face beamed brighter than the flame in the lamps. I knelt down at her feet and placed a ring on her finger.