Grandpa's lamp

About a year ago my youngest sister asked me if I wanted some shelves. We were short of furniture and the family furnishings factory had long run dry. No more shelves, couches, kitchen tables or chairs were to be had from Hillsboro to Newberg. I said yes, envisioning how many more books I could fit on said shelves. But then she dropped the bomb, "you have to take Grandpa's lamp." I couldn't remember the lamp, so I asked, "which lamp?" "The big wooden lamp that has petrified wood as the base."

I was ok with this, though both my sister and brother-in-law brushed the lamp off as um, too big, for their house. So a year passes and the lamp is mentioned. They want to bring the lamp over but they don't have time. At some point the shelves are removed from discussion and it is now just the lamp that is to be transferred. Bait and switch. Apparently my mother did the same thing to my sister. She gave her the shelves, but only if she took The Lamp as well.

After a lovely happy hour supper with my Pip I come to find the lamp sitting on my doorstep. And then I remembered it, the base with the little candle lights, the glass table and the petrified wood base. I cried a little, the memory of me being small and it seemed huge was so vivid and in that moment I missed my great-grandparents very much.

Everyone I've described the lamp to has had mixed reactions. Some say awesome, some say it sounds hideous. And without further adieu, I bring you photos of The Lamp.

As you can see, the lamp provides good light. Some nice notched woodwork there.


We believe the petrified wood base was added and that The Lamp may have been prone to tipping.


Can you see the clutter around the lamp? This is why we need shelves.

We both love The Lamp. It has now found its home.