by RedHairedandFriendly
Not everything on this site needs to be erotic t be beautiful. However, to me, this represents a start to a longer story. I’m not sure what the story is, but it has something to do with lifting darkness.
Reading this, I can see my wife sorting through her grandmother's collection after she passed. I can see the lamps lit when we lost power, and killing the lights again after power came back so my wife could enjoy the lamps more.
She also collects these lamps, and I sometimes think they mean more to her than I do! In all seriousness, I want to thank you for this, it brings back many memories, and the hope for many more.
This is a well written story with great,detailed descriptions. The mother and daughter had an emotional connection as they though of dad and granddad. I would guess the low score is based on the lack of sex. However, it is an emotional story of a lamp collection that brought back fond memories.
Simply a beautiful story, memories of a loved one gone and the passing of those memories to her daughter. That night will be one that her daughter will tell her children in the future.
Thank you for a lovely story. Please write more, very beautiful to read.....
Very nice. You get a 5. I bet you are still sorry you broke it. This makes up for it.
I really liked this story. I could feel the warmth of the room with all the lamps burning. I think there are many out here that have a "favorite" item from their parents that has some sad memories attached to it but are valued so much because of them. I would never put this on your worst list.
I thought this was going to be boring, but it wasn't. It reminded me of going through my dad's things with my brother, and going through my grandfather's things with my dad many years before. Thank you for sharing your memories, and reminding me of my own.
Mike
my first visit - but not my last
your a very natural and talented writter
I love your sensitivity
i liked your story i live in the uk and all my grand kids in the usa i miss them so much but only get to see once a year and then all hell is let lose with them i am now 70 and they think i am young i take the out shooting and they love that never shot anythig to eat but in the woods is fun i love them all for all there wants from the old man from the old place like the uk
keep up your good work
best regards Mike Prowse
Not erotic, no sex, just a beautiful story of the love passed down from generation to generation of a family, thank you for a great change of pace.
It is a good story. It demonstrates how well meaning or hostile cuts and embellishments result in major changes to our descendants perceptions of the history and character of their families, communities and even nations.
I am no longer surprised at the variety of writing content to be found at Literotica. I am happy that such a place exists, unsullied by the anal censors to be found nearly everywhere.
srgeek
I came to this site looking for erotica. Instead, I found a very well written story of memories, a special time shared by a Mother and Daughter. No sex, no erotica, just simple and refreshing. Very Nice!
Red, This story made me recall as I read tears slip across my cheeks each filled with soft memories of the years past, THANK YOU
The smell of parafin, trimming wicks, ah such sweet memories.
Thank you
My very best wishes
DC:
Pleasantly told in your best style. If a song title would do, it's, "Memories are made of these," and it would be appropriate. Thank You. Ronnie W.
Very interesting assimilation to touch the combined memories. In my experience was my Mom's aladin lamp, our family kerosene lamps when storms took the lights out and my current affection in the memories of red coleman lamps I restore.
You were a nice surprise today on a site to lightless.
I remember lamps like that in my Grandmother's house. So beautiful. When she died, I inherited a few of them and now, sometimes I light them and remember.
Thank you.
You nicely captured the relationships between a departed parent, child and grandchild. Objects treasured by a parent often bring back strong memories. Not all of them are pleasant ones, but they are all part of growing up, growing old and eventually remembering.
I get the impression that this story was written from personal experiences and I thank you for putting it to words.