As a child, I spent a lot of time at my grandparents house, along with two cousins. Occasionally, granny would let us play in the attic. It was there that I saw the most amazing lamp my young eyes were ever laid upon. Tucked away in a nook was a beautiful kerosene parlor lamp. I begged granny to light it up, but she explained she had no kerosene to fill it with. I asked where she got it and she told me it was her mothers lamp, my great grandmother. I have never seen my great grandmother, even in photos. I have seen my great grandfather's photo though. He's the 5th man from the left. Three of the men on the left are his son's. A lot of years passed, then one day, after my grandmother had to give up her house, after gramps died, she passed the lamp on to me. Needless to say, I was thrilled to have it. It was very much like the lamp in the photo. Well, by that time I was married and living in a small 5 room house with 5 destructive kids. I had no safe place for it. Dad said I could keep it in his basement since no one but he and mom ever went there. That worked for awhile, then my brother got married, had two kids and parked them at our parents house over the weekends. When they got big enough to play in the yard, or basement in bad weather, my prized lamp was in danger. One day dad told me I better come and get it, he didn't want to be responsible if it got broke. Since I had no safe place for it, dad suggested I sell it. It cost me nothing and would be all profit, he pointed out. It broke my heart to part with it, but I had little choice at the time. An antique collector was only too happy to buy it.