The day I was closest to the fixture was the day I climbed atop a 12 foot ladder to replace the cotton wiring with modern copper wiring to meet the new local building code requirements 1970's ( and nearly broke my neck standing on the next to last step, because the house has 14 foot ceilings throughout) it looked just like the beautiful art glass compotes, multi-tiered cut (lead) glass punch bowls, and other assorted fineries that were throughout their home. I grew up with plastic tumblers, and stainless steel forks and knives, but soon learned some folks appreciated eating utensils of solid silver, and glassware that was hand produced by skilled artisans that are a rarity today. And the fact that these fine folks started their teenage lives as simple farmers and ranchers with the dirt underneath their finger nails and their feet, and through honest hard work and fair-play, were able to have a few of the finer accoutrement's in life, was inspiring to my young mind. So, now that I'm old enough to know what real lead cut glass looks and feels like, I'm almost certain the glass components were hand made by skilled artisans. Everything in their home was elegant, tasteful and of great beauty (in my humble opinion) and I always enjoyed just admiring their "stuff". And the fact that after I finished my work and got paid, I was lead to the washroom with a bar of soap and a fresh towel to scrub up, and then fed all the good Southern food I could eat, at their table with the rest of their kids, endeared them to me all the more. I was always treated like family when I was around them. THEY, were real Christians, in both word and deed. Their children are the ones I'm I trying to help now, retired professionals, who fell victim to Wall Street scum (Goldman Sachs, Lehman Brothers, Citibank, Chase, Capital One and others) who looted their retirement incomes, and left them with crumbs. Throw in a couple of catastrophic medical events, and cancer, and anyone can be broke overnight. It's just that quick.
More photos are coming...