How Shelvish Of Me

For a long time, we had a couple of sets of metal shelves. They were made of metal but colored with a faux wooden pattern. When empty they were fairly light, though they tended to make a kind of bwang! sound when they were moved, sort of like a cymbal, and could easily fall apart, the shelves from the supports. Where they came from, I’m not sure. I have two theories: one that we got them from Green Stamps, and the other that we might have got them from the Watchtower Society, as we used them to store our ‘study literature.’ I think they turned up about the time we joined the Jehovah’s Witnesses, though that might have just been a coincidence.  One set used to be in the dining room, the other in the Toy Room closet. Once we left the Witnesses, I eventually co-opted one for my own books; the other got bent and was discarded at some time or other. I used the one for a long time; I don’t remember exactly when it too was discarded. But here’s a picture of when I was using it; it had a decades long presence. [Or was there only the one, that just got moved around?]

I guesstimate I’ve only got about half of those books still. Maybe only about half of the knickknacks on the top shelf, too. As a bonus I include a close up of the wizard oil lamp; as you might be able to see, I had a dragon oil lamp as well, since broken. I bought them long ago at Paper Bear, because – well, wizards and dragons. Never used them.