My grandparents grew up when kerosene lamps were the only form of lighting. When the electric arrived their old house became a beacon of light to all around. In their fascination they became hoarders of every form of lighting they could find. Grandad would scour the weekend papers looking for garage sales, jump in his car returning hours later with some new lamp they didn’t already have.
I always thought it a shame the house was too small for their collection and the spill over landed on the veranda. Grandad always said, ‘You can never have too much light.’