I was just looking through the garage and found some very old oil lamps Crissy bought for mom. The story is when Crissy was in 1st grade she went to a Santas workshop for Christmas gifts for the 3 of us (dad mom and me). She brought home an absolutly beautiful oil lamp with the world on the side of it. It was so beautiful mom had to have 2 of them. She asked at the school who they had gone through for all the gifts. She was always very active in our schools so she new everyone there. The gifts had been donated from 5 different stores. She went to every store with her lamp until she found a second one. They were one of her most prized posessions. I opened the box and cried for about an hour remembering her lighting those when the electric went out in storms or just on a evening night while we ate or supper. She would always make a game of storms when we were little she would tell us there was nothing to be afraid of and we would climb in her bed and read to those lamps with her. I think I spent more time in her bed then mine when I was little. Even when dad was home I would end up at the foot of the bed. Kimberly