My grandmother was about to throw these out. She bought them twenty years ago as accessory lighting in her "Victorian Room." She gave them to me in pieces a few weeks ago, all of the rods were haphazardly laying in a tupperware box.
After I took them out of the box, skeptical about the condition of the glass rods, I hung them on the wall in my studio. None of them were broke, just as my grandmother said.
But then I discovered what was scattered underneath the lights at the bottom of the plastic box. I am sure that it all belonged to her. I guess it came with the lights.
I call my grandmother Mam, I always have.
