Consider entering your grandparents’ home, where every room had a story to tell and every corner possessed a relic. Of these, the oil lamp shelves placed on the walls to this day will make you feel the warmth that you used to experience while reading under them. These shelves, which were an important part of the early twentieth-century houses, were not just practical – they were a symbol of a time when the light of an oil lamp would unite family members in the evening.
Usually wooden or metallic, oil lamp shelves were commonly located in various parts of the house to ensure the light’s effectiveness. These shelves were frequently located on walls in the living room, bedrooms, and hallways. They were not randomly placed; they were strategically positioned to ensure that there was enough light for activities done in the evening such as reading, sewing or even family meetings.
The form of these shelves or niches was quite diverse, ranging from flat ledges to more complex constructions complete with guardrails to avoid lamp tip overs. In wealthier homes, these shelves may have been elaborately decorated or even incorporated into the design of the room, complete with carved-out niches and fancy trim that matched the rest of the house.
This was because oil lamps presented a fire risk due to the exposed flame. Shelves for oil lamps were therefore intended to keep the lamps stowed away from the everyday activities in the house while at the same time letting in the light. These were usually located in positions that were not easily accessible to children and not close to curtains or any other combustible material. This tactical positioning ensured that risks of fire breakouts were reduced to the barest minimum while issuing adequate light.
The existence of oil lamp shelves in old houses gives us an insight into the lifestyles and the technological advancements that were available at the time. Lighting was an important part of people’s lives before the use of gas and electric lights and this meant that the management of lighting was an important part of the daily routine and architecture. These shelves were an important part of the interior design and showed how people of that time managed to optimize the use of living spaces.
Today, oil lamp shelves in historic homes are kept for both their functionality and their historical and cultural value. In the modern homes where such shelves have been installed, they are used for storing candles, plant among other items to enhance the beauty of the house. This is because preservation measures always aim at preserving the original construction features and the material used in the construction in this case the design of the period.
Therefore, the shelves for oil lamps in old houses are not only practical furniture pieces, but they are also a symbol of the creativity of the previous generations and a link to the tangible world of the past. Such details give us ideas about the changes that were made by our ancestors and make us reflect on how these architectural landmarks should be preserved.
While pregnant, the pottery party turned into a surreal nightmare. Expecting my second child, I disregarded the idea that..
Expecting my second child, I dismissed the notion that the second pregnancy would be more emotional. Little did I know, the emotional rollercoaster was reserved for my husband. My friend Ava, determined to get me out of the house, signed us up for a pottery party. ReluctantIy, I agreed. Little did I know, this seemingIy innocent outing would unveil a shocking revelation.
At the pottery place, we joined a group of women looking to relax and have fun. As childbirth stories circuIated, one woman shared a taIe about her boyfriend, Malcolm, missing the birth of their son to attend the delivery of his niece Tess on July 4th.
Ava and I exchanged uneasy glances, realizing the uncanny similarity to my situation. When I showed the woman a picture of Malcolm, Tess, and me, her confirmation sent my world spiraling. Malcolm had not onIy cheated on me but fathered a child with this woman.
In shock, I left the room, tears streaming down my face. Malcolm confirmed the affair, shattering our marriage. Now, five weeks away from giving birth, I face the painfuI reality of divorce, betrayaI, and the introduction of a stepbrother from his infidelity.
As I navigate this unexpected turn of events, my focus remains on creating a loving home for my children, shielding them from the fallout of their father’s actions
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