The glass shades used to be creamy white with pink flowers–placed one on either side of our old pine piano; their soft glow made the wood breathe. My mom turned them on each evening, signaling the arrival of my father, home from the city. Sometimes, when he wasn’t too tired, he would sit down and play the chorus of “High Lily-High Low,”or a few refrains of stride piano jazz.
As a young adult, when Steve and I were first married, my mom told me to take one thing, anyone one thing, from their place to help make our new house a family home. I didn’t hesitate.
Nearly 50 years later, they still sit on the old pine piano. The light from the now green shades continues to be a nightly affirmation of the music of family and the glow of our family home.