Prim Lamps and a Little Easter

Good Monday afternoon everyone. It is such a beautiful day after Easter here in East Tn. Yesterday was beautiful too. Come on in, we going Through My Back Door on out to the front porch. It is so nice lets have a glass of Heavenly tea instead of coffee. This is a family favorite and we have it for all special meals. Today is special because you are here so lets just sit back, relax, drink our tea, and talk. I hope each of you had a wonderful Easter. We did. My granddaughter and her husband, Andrew and Mollies mama and daddy, had us for dinner on Saturday. Dodd and Renda took me to lunch yesterday. So it was wonderful. I'll show you Amanda's table.

This is Andrew sitting at his special table.

This is the four generation picture.Deb,Mollie, me and Amanda.

I just wanted to share a little of my Easter with you.
We all know you have to have the right lamps to get the prim look. Everyone's taste is different, so my ideas of prim lighting and yours may be complete opposites. I'll share a few of mine. Okay?

This is one of two that was converted from kerosene. Remember the other one was from my great aunt? I have had this one forever.

This little one you can put anywhere. Right now it is on my grandmothers pedestal at the end of my little hall.

This one is truly an old whiskey jug given to me 45 years ago by a friend. She knew the history behind it and I treasure it to this day.

This one is from an old saloon in Knoxville's old city. I'll show you up close.

Patrick Sullivans is still open down there.

This one sets on my old pie safe and lights a nice little glow.

This one of my favorites. It just says prim. Don't you think? Well I am not going to show anymore today. I don't want you to have lamp overload. You just can't have too many though, can you? Next time I'll share a few more with you if you like.
I was over at Picketts Place blog the other day and she asked the question, "what moves you?" She was speaking of things she sees that reminds her of wonderful memories. Well it got me to thinking about what moves me. There are so many things that do, but I will share this one today.
My dad was a water well driller. They drilled wells in the cold weather as well as
warm weather. He had a little silver building on wheels he took to all his sites and in that building was a little bitty laundry heater stove. He also had a little cupboard where he kept his lard, coffee, salt,etc. I have it on the wall in a bedroom. When I see it it moves me. I remember going to work with him and feeling the mud oozing between my toes in the summer time. I remember going in the winter time huddling by that little stove to keep warm and eating the best ever fried eggs and ham. I'll share it with you today.

This moves me. What moves you?
Thank you for coming Through My Back Door where life is good.
betty