Let There Be Memories

See this lamp? I’ve eaten dinner under it since I was about 9 years old.

Under this lamp I fed my vegetables to the dog when nobody was looking. Under this lamp my mother rolled out hundreds thousands of Christmas cookies every year. Under this lamp my dad spread out newspapers to shine his shoes in the evening. Under this lamp my brother Bill got his “If we didn’t know you were capable of doing better we wouldn’t expect you to do better,” lecture every time report cards came out.

So when my mom ended up moving to a new place a few years ago I was thrilled when she offered it to me. These days it’s hanging over my kitchen table overseeing memories for another generation.