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The Red Lamp

My sweetheart of more than 47 years has surprised me more than once in giving me my hearts desire.
I'm guessing 20 some odd years ago, Larry and I were driving down a busy street, he, paying attention to traffic, me, enjoying his company and 45 mile per hour window shopping. Suddenly something caught my eye!  Ohhhh did you see that red lamp in the window of that shop I asked...of course he couldn't have, it was four lanes across the street in a small shop and the traffic light was green!  I described it to him, a small tiffany style lamp glowing bright red through its glass shade.  I didn't give it another thought....at least I don't remember thinking of it again.  We lived about 35 miles from town at that time so our trips to the 'big city' of Fresno weren't an every day thing.  About two weeks passed and for some reason, Larry had to make a quick trip to town, I stayed home.  When he returned, he had the lamp, not one similar to it, but the lamp.  It was not an inexpensive lamp, least not to me, at least not then, so I treasured it and treasured him even more for knowing which lamp had caught my eye. His quick trip was just for that lamp.
Sometime in the past two years, it got broken.  I was sad to say the least. I looked at the beautiful broken red shade.  Two panels were shattered and in so many pieces that I could never put it back together.  Not being able to put it in the trash, I carefully picked up even the tiniest pieces and deposited them in a bowl. 
It was then that I fully realized that 'things' even special things that carry a precious and loving memory can be broken, but the memory behind it stays intact, just as beautiful as the item itself was.
I wonder how I would have reacted with my own children had one of them been the one that broke it while rough housing?  As it was, it was then three year old Matthew, and he wasn't even touching the lamp, but trying to open a drawer to look inside. My heart jumped when I heard the crash, not for the lamp, but for the little boy I loved way more than the lamp.  After seeing to him, I was relieved that he was ok.
With age comes a softer heart and I hope, wisdom to know whats really important. 
After Matthew left, I got out the bowl of broken glass and the shade.  I bent the framework back as best I could and got out the epoxy, clear tape and the tiny pieces of ruby red glass .  I managed to put it back together haphazardly, filling in the holes with epoxy.  After it dried, I set it up high on top of a bookcase with the broken panels to the back, no one would be the wiser.  It shines just as brightly as it did then. Now when I look at the lamp, I remember how I got it, not that it was broken.  An added bonus, is that I think of Matthew and how lucky I am to have him in my life.

9 comments:

Kathy said...

what a lovely story, your dear one was so sweet to get you that lamp - sorry it was broken, but you have the right heart's perspective on what really matters,
Blessings,
Kathy

kelli said...

such a sweet story. thank you for sharing. xoxo

Once We Were Faeries ~Judy said...

Thank you Kathy and Kelli, I truly appreciate your comments.
Bless you both,
Judy

Christel Hutson said...

Dear Judy, I loved this story, and am so glad you told us. It is a very special lamp, because it shines it's light of love for generations. From your love of the lamp in the window, to Larrys love for you in buying the lamp,, to your love for Matthew, and his safe keeping, to now the continued memories it provides. Funny how "things" we thought were important turn out to be just that....but not exactly why we originally thought. Wonderful story, what a blessing the "lamp" is. xoxo Christel

Once We Were Faeries ~Judy said...

Dear Christel, you put into words how I feel and I thank you for that.

Judy

Morena Ciambra Dreamartdolls said...

Such a bright light from this beautiful lamp,touching many hearts.
Thank you always for sharing.
Hugs, Morena

Once We Were Faeries ~Judy said...

Thank you Morena for taking the time to comment. I still love this little broken lamp and hope it will mean something to someone after me, if not, it served me very well.

Thank you again dear,
Judy

Lori said...

What a sweet story. I have done the same thing with My great grans Butter dish. Passed down from generation to generation and used at every holiday dinner. I glued it together after One of My Boys accidently dropped it out of the cupboard it was stored in. He said--MOM-- I will buy you another one...I told him it wasn't necessary- Its not the dish--It was just a dish--Its the memories of seeing it passed around the table and I still have those.. It now hangs on the wall--cracked and glued together...A symbol of family tradition and togetherness. What a Sweetie Your hubby is-- So Thoughtful going back and getting that lamp!

Once We Were Faeries ~Judy said...

I'm so happy you kept your Grans butter dish. Had you tossed it away, the memories would have faded, but now you refresh those memories each time you look at it. Yes, my hubby is a sweetie, and always has been.
Thank you for sharing your memory of your Grans butter dish.

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