It's very hard to find people to rewire lamps, and it's also expensive to have it done. I guess it's just part of the throw away culture in which we live. Part of the joy of having a family farm is that most objects in the house belonged to my parents, grandparents, and so on. Almost every little thing brings back a happy memory of family and childhood. I can go home again. The lamp I'm having repaired today is a Bavarian china vase decorated with red roses. It belonged to my grandmother. My mother converted it into a lamp. It's quite beautiful, and I've lived seeing it all my life. I remember how my mother loved it. I haven't been able to find a new shade. Outside of big cities, lampshade stores no longer exist. Nothing here is a throwaway item, including the memories.
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