The Grand Lampstand – Shirley Burgess
13The Grand Lampstand
Shirley Burgess
Rosebud, Victoria
Australia
Picture It Competition Entry – Picture C
It should be said; I didn’t always look like this.
I was born in 1951 and stood grandly in the Lampshade Department of The Myer Emporium waiting to be sold. No-one else had turned rings all the way up the stand like I had, each one carefully worked to provide a scalloped look, with my three-tiered base to match, and finished off with a hat of cream satin edged with a double row of piping below a band embroidered with beautiful miniature flowers. The wood had been stained a pleasant maple colour and the clear varnish had been applied so generously and smoothly, it looked as though it had been French polished. What made me special though, was the expensive looking tassel that had to be pulled to turn my light on and off. The tassel was a No. 472, the top grade in tassels.
Not surprising, then, I was chosen to be a wedding present for Helen and Jim, given to them by their Best Man, and moved into a brand new house in the outer suburb of Blackburn where the newlyweds now resided. My position as chief item of interest in the lounge room was unchallenged and I gave a lovely subdued lighting to the room when friends visited.
Five years later I was reduced to second place by a new fangled mechanism called a TV, sitting in the opposite corner to me, and, as it was the year of the Olympics held in Melbourne, there was always a crowd of people gathered around the set each night for the duration of the Games. It was all very exciting and I noted it all with interest.
After a few years the TV was replaced by a bigger, better and more beautiful one. TVs had advanced, but they still needed my gentle light for comfortable viewing. Helen and Jim’s children arrived one by one, and when the eldest, Zoe, eventually grew to be tall enough she’d pull my light on and off non-stop. But tassel No. 472 was pretty tough and survived all the teasing.
A move to a bigger house relegated me to a minor bedroom, with my soft satin material now drooping and with paint spots here and there on my stand, acquired when, minus hat, I was used for extra light while rooms were being painted; I was aware that I was beginning to look a bit tatty. Zoe, now a grown woman, took me aside for a makeover. My varnish was sanded off, I was painted white and had a new hat; it was in black and white, the very latest in lampshade styles and I was smart looking again.
Now it is 2015 and Helen is on her own. She has grown tired and is moving to an aged care facility, constricted to taking very few pieces of furniture. So she took a bed, a chest of drawers, a new TV and … me! I am looking tatty again in fact quite knocked about after being loaned to Zoe whose energetic children had her same fascination for turning me on and off, but I can still shed a pleasant light for Helen to read under, watch the TV in comfort, and be useful to someone who loves me.
I’ve ended up a bit like my owner, not smartly turned out any more but glad to be able to exist in my old comfortable persona. Helen has always had a sympathetic disposition, willing to help others, and with a personality that always shone brightly. She is doing that now while meeting new people for the first time in this place of quiet relaxation, and, as old friends, we are both trying to be useful while we are here.
Bio: Shirley thinks it doesn’t matter if you look tatty, it’s friendship and love that bind you to someone.
Delightful story. James.
A delightful read… I love it :)!
Great use of the theme provided. A lovely tale
Thank you everybody. I thought the competition this time was pretty difficult, but it was fun trying! I am going to miss the chats with the regulars on narrator. They have been so helpful, and encouraging for someone like me. I know of nothing as good as this anywhere else, so appreciate the connection one has been given. Thank you again.
Hi again Shirley. Some of us have a little informal writing group on facebook . We have a lot of fun whilst running our ideas and offerings by each other. If you are interested send me a friend request and I’ll add you. I enjoy your writing.
Cheers, Janet Mancy
Thanks, I would like to do that. Am not too sure how to send you a friend request formally – would my email address help?
On second thoughts that’s not a good idea. My blog is facebook.com/ShirleyYBurgess.
I tried that facebook address, but it was a bit confusing as there were other people with the same name. My facebook profile features a penguin (it posed with me!) Other than that I’m happy for Narrator to pass my email address on to you (if they are agreeable?) Either way I hope to you find your way to our group!
Lovely story Shirley. I too love the chats that we have with our comments and it is so good getting to read all the great poems and stories. You are all so talented.
Thank you Janet. I’m sure narrator would do that for us. I will wait to see what happens.
Thank you Janet. I’m sure narrator would do that for us. I will wait to see what happens.
Thank you Janet. I’m sure narrator would do that for us. I will wait to see what happens.
Last Message!
Janet – I feel it is up to me to arrange that for you and have done so. Hopefully I will be in touch.