50 years ago this lamp stood on a Railway Station Platform, Dalston in Cumbria, which was being refurbished, and it was destined for the scrap yard.
My Father who was, apart from war service, a railwayman all his life, decided it would make a good garden feature, so he procured it.
We lived in Station House Wigton at the time which is the next station to Dalston.
My father, my middle brother Malcolm and I, a mere teenager, got on the train for 1 stop, dug up the Lamp, waited for the return train, loaded it into the guard's van, with the help of the guard, a good friend of my fathers.
When we got the lamp home to Wigton there was much discussion about where it would live. My Mother had the last word.
The Lamp stayed
My brother Malcolm, who had helped rescue the Lamp, took it and it was in his garden. A number of
Last year both my sister in law and my brother Malcolm died and their children, even though they would have loved to keep the Lamp in memory of their parents, had no room, so I said I would love to become the guardian of the Lamp.
It is strange how this Lamp has now been in the Gardens of the 3 people who rescued it!
The Lamp has not stagnated. It is now powered by Electricity, not oil as it was when we rescued it 50 years ago.
The moral, nothing is ever too old to change and even inanimate objects can carry a
This Lamp will continue long past my time. I have instructed my family that they have to prepare a place for the Lamp when the time comes.